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The reactor chamber was a void, its walls barely visible in the flickering beams of their flashlights. The air was thick with the scent of decay and radiation, a toxic combination that made every breath feel heavier, more dangerous. Broken machinery groaned softly in the distance, the sound echoing off the crumbling walls as the soldiers advanced cautiously. Their gas masks muffled the world around them, but they couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching them from the shadows. The ground squelched under their boots, the pools of stagnant water reflecting their distorted reflections back at them. The tension was unbearable, as though the very facility itself was holding its breath, waiting for the right moment to strike. <lora:french_soldier_flux_v1:0.75> <lora:metal_hurlant_v1:1>