Novel Storm
Chapter 72
Chapter 72: Technological Warfare
The island Philip and his party were on dropped into anarchy as they fled towards the cavern. Ground shook beneath their feet with every stride as alien forces surged above.
As the rest of the barrier drew in the outsider abilities, they could hear the hints of struggle some distance away. Amanda screamed as they swirled under a fallen tree to slow down and recover, “We’re using all available time.” “Look at the heavens; it seems like reality is separating.” Philip felt the odd energy of the sketchbook pulsing through his hands as he grabbed it firmly. “We only have to make it to the cave.
Amelia said she would be meeting us there.” On their makeshift communicators, a popping voice emerged as they were planning to relocate once more. It was Doctor Reeves; his voice was both urgent and enthusiastic. “Philips!” Are you there, true or false? We have advanced quite a bit. Phillip said, “Go ahead, Doctor,” guiding the others to approach closely. “We’ve been looking at the outsider tech, and I think we have found something,” Dr. Reeves said.
Their energy signatures show a rhythm-like pattern. It also picks particular frequencies. Philip’s psyche ran with imagined results. “Are you suggesting we can interfere with their technology?” “Perhaps, yes,” Dr. Reeves demonstrated. “We are working on a tool that may create those frequencies.
Should we convey it at central concerns throughout the island, we may perhaps debilitate their hang on our existence on chance basis.” Philip had trust pouring through him.
They could want this added edge. “How long will it finish?” “We’re putting prototypes together right now,” Dr. said Reeves. “In any case, we are running out of more time and truly wish more.” Philip came to his choice fast. “Doctor, carry on your effort on it. We shall aim to postpone you as much as we can.
Get those devices for the resistance fighters as well, ready. We shall need every advantage we can acquire. As their conversation came to a conclusion, Philip turned to his staff. “Planning adjustments. We have to come up with a diversion to take their attention off Dr. Team Reeves and his. Amanda nodded resolutely and with her gaze “What would you have cared?” Philip grinned, a tactic already under action. “We will make them think we are, or exactly what they need if nothing else.” Philip’s team built up a series of energy reference sites throughout the island using the foreigner implanted electronics they had dug through.
The signals everyone emitted reflected the unique frequency of the notebook. “These should keep them busy for a while if Cambel and her forces are as desperate to get their hands on this stuff as we think they are,” Philip said. Their starting the signals produced instantaneous effect.
Outsider specialty combining on the false signals, observing the heavens suddenly veering in another way. Ground-based frantic and disorganized human transformations started to throng the beacons. “It is working!” Amanda yelled as she saw the anarchy develop. Philip nodded pessimistically. “For right now. Still, we truly want to keep on moving.
The cavern isn’t far.” Philip couldn’t get rid of his intuition that they were under observation as they went. It seemed as though the external presence permeated every aspect of the island, so challenging awareness presuming they were indeed alone.
Just as they were approaching the base of the cave on the mountain, their communicators sprung back to life. Philip!” Dr. Reeves had a gruff voice. “We are being assaulted although the prototypes are ready. We cannot get them to the resisters!” Philip’s heart sunk.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
Though their chances of winning were low without those devices, they were so close. “Where are you, Doctor? He enquired without turning around. “The old exam office, close to the focal point of the island,” Dr. responded Reeves. “Hurry, we cannot keep them at distance for very long!” Philip and his team ran toward a research building that was an odd fusion of alien biological stuff and human construction. < Half made an interruption and the other half got the devices to distribute to their relatives, therefore separating into groups. Driving the alien defenders away, they fired a flurry of energy blasts from their scavenged weapons toward the facility. Amanda's crew slipped inside while Philip's was forced to withdraw under intense fire. As they withdrew, Amanda's team left the building bearing backpacks loaded with prototype tools. They delivered the devices to candidates for opposition around the island, and their use produced quick and emotional effects. The targeted frequencies overpowered the systems of the alien craft descending from the heavens, therefore temporarily weakening the changed humans. Philip stared in wonder as the fight began to turn, first since the horror began. They seemed to have chances. Above the island, though, a large doorway opened to show strange scenes teeming with alien life. All things considered, at the center, stood Cambel, her form now hardly noticeable as human. As the resistance fighters assembled their last forces, Philip pushed them to use the devices to increase their time span. Should they make it to the cave, they could be able to permanently stop the invasion. Reality grabbed and twisted as they headed up the mountain, creating unthinkable sights that moved with every step. A real voice descended on behind them, and they turned to find a gathering approaching. Their eyes gleamed with an alien light and their motions were too precise and erratic. In summary, Philip and his team faced a terrifying situation trying to stop the outsider incursion from its source. The discovery of Cambel by the resistance forces gave a fighting chance, but the conflict was finally won. "We want to help," one of them remarked, grinning in a manner not entirely visible to their sight. "We have seen the truth. Let us come along with you. Philip stammered, his instincts screaming that something was out of line. But they needed all the help available. As he started to reply, Amanda grabbed his arm. Philip, no, Out!" Check their shadows! He looked down and his bleeding stopped. They wriggled and twisted to expose their actual, terrible forms; their shadows were not human. Running! Philip cried, urging his group forward. Scurrying up the mountain, the alien invaders ran after them. As they fled, energy bolts singed the earth around them, the actual texture of reality bending with every effect. Philip saw the tunnel entrance ahead at the moment it seemed they could not proceed any further. It pulsed with an odd glow as though feeling their approach. "There!" he cried out, gesturing violently. "Get inside!" They entered the cavern like a terrible energy blast destroying the entrance behind them. Trash and rocks spilled out and were corrected in-house. Shaken and gasping, Philip looked about at his friends. They were alive although bruised and exhausted. They also had arrived at their target. Nothing like the inside of the cave had they seen before. Unimaginable geometries whirled around the crystal structures, pulsed with inner light. All things considered, at the center was a natural form. Philip let out a relieved sigh. "Amelia," he stated. Her body glittering with energy from another realm, she turned to face them. You made it, she whispered, her voice reverberating strangely in the cavern. "But our job is far from done." As Philip progressed, the energy in his sketchbook started to speak to the energy in the cave. He saw the pages turn by themselves, exposing apparently shifting and changing symbols and designs. "The last fight for the truth is going to start," Amelia remarked, staring down the book. "Is it true, Philip, that you are ready?" He looked about at his companions, at the cavern's terrible temperature, and at the brilliant notebook he was holding. Outside he could hear conflict raging, with the fate of all reality teetering. Philip drew a long breath and waved. I'm getting ready. Let us finish this. As Amelia reached for the sketchbook, the cave started to pulse. Reality itself seemed to be holding its breath, ready for what would happen next. The last fight was about to arise, and the outcome would determine the fate of their reality, but all possible worlds. Knowing that what happened next would permanently change everything, Philip stayed strong.