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Their flashlights barely pierced the oppressive darkness that filled the reactor chamber, casting long shadows across the broken machinery and shattered control panels. The soldiers moved cautiously, their every movement betraying the tension coursing through their bodies as they navigated the debris-strewn floor. The air was thick with the metallic tang of radiation and decay, their gas masks doing little to ease the weight pressing down on them. Every noise, every creak of the crumbling walls, seemed amplified, as though the facility itself was holding its breath, waiting for the moment to strike. The soldiers couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched, as if the reactor’s long-dormant power had stirred something far more dangerous than radiation in its wake. <lora:french_soldier_flux_v1:1> <lora:metal_hurlant_v1:0.75>