The tension in the air was palpable as Kenta and his subordinates closed in on the Nexomorph, their movements precise and predatory. The faint hum of their advanced weaponry harmonized with the low growls of the Nexomorph, its body writhing with unstable energy. The moment was electric, poised to explode at any second.
But just as Kenta raised his hand to signal the capture, a sudden, familiar voice erupted from within the Nexomorph.
"What in the world are you doing, trying to get captured by them!?" Ashiro's voice rang out, sharp and exasperated, cutting through the mounting tension like a blade.
The Nexomorph froze momentarily, its massive, grotesque form twitching as if startled. Then, it responded with a deep, distorted tone, its voice carrying an unsettling duality. "I am on the verge of completely assimilating the orb I absorbed back at the bunker, Ashiro. It's taking all of my focus."
