The task force immediately got up and left the transport. As their eyes adjusted to the darkness of the battle torn rural town, they moved silently through the town. The transport left, and they were alone. The silence only broken up every now and again by various members of the task force yelling “Clear!” as to signal to them there was nothing up with the sight so far. There was nobody there. They all knew why the residents of the houses that were in flames, and destroyed were. The plane walkers “Phased” them. Passed them into their own dimension. This meant that the victims were grouped together, and then culled off by designated groups of the plane walkers. There was no saving them. Paris wished there was though. They moved through block by block, clearing every house, but there was nothing. No hostages, no survivors, nothing.

The neighborhood was eerily quiet. The only noise was the steady burning of the houses that were once tended, and cared to by individual families. But all of that is gone now. Filled with pain and misery. The nearly perfect silence was broken with a shrill, blood curdling scream to the task force’s left hand side. They didn’t say a word. They began swiftly moving towards the source of the scream. The Plane Walkers were still phasing people. They had a chance. A chance at saving the lives of these innocent people. They turned the corner to reveal the source of the screaming. The Plane walkers were moving through houses. Giant 9ft tall creatures that were both tangible, yet faded silhouettes at the same time.

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The shrill screams disturbed Paris to his very core. He’s seen things no person should ever bear witness, and yet these people’s screams. They reached a frequency at which seemed to vibrate his chest, and resonate within his very soul. There was only one way to kill a Plane Walker. They had specialized daggers that were forged from an alloy that was native to the Plane Walker’s dimension. Right through their heart, or where a heart would be. They all slung their rifles on their back, and unsheathed their blades. The alloy had a green hue on the edge of the blade. The Greek letters “φως” were engraved in the center of the blade. It translates simply to, “Light”. Each one had their names engraved on the hilt. The members were trained in a specific combat method specifically composed for killing the abominations.

Paris and Alice, together, approached one of the many Plane Walkers that had noticed them. Alice blocked the strike, and Paris knelt down and thrust the blade into the beast's heart. It crumpled down to the cold asphalt, and phased out of existence. Paris, high on adrenaline, jumped to the next one. Thrusting the luminous blade through its arm, and heart before it could react.

The other task force members were methodically slaying the beasts in a similar manner. However, more and more came. It was an attempt at strategizing against an onslaught of savages. Nearly impossible. They fought for what felt like forever until Dante’s voice thundered out, “Fall back!”.