The military base was in complete disarray for the past hour as the medics carried away the injured and bodies of the fallen.
The rift had opened directly above the base and without giving them a moment to react, primals started raining in.
Before the alarms in the base could go off and alert the higher ups, most of the unlucky lower ranked tamers were either laying dead or injured.
And among the injured and dead was two familiar faces.
Alex stood, his body covered in blood that was both his and from the primals as he looked at the bodies with shrunk and trembling pupils.
He watched in horror as the medics carried Timmy's lifeless body on a stretcher, a white sheet pulled over his face.
On a stretcher just behind Timmy's was Tommy's. But unlike his twin, he was very much alive, just missing both his arms and legs.
Worst of all, this was all his fault.
---------An Hour Ago------------
Alex was in an open field, training like he always had been since Reid got promoted.
