The silence in Wolumonde was thick and heavy, a suffocating presence that pressed down on the town and its inhabitants. Severin and a group of townsfolk stood at the edge of the marketplace, their eyes scanning the area for anything abnormal.

Suddenly, a distant rumble echoed through the streets, followed by the sight of Kal'tsit and Folinic sprinting towards them. Accompanying them was a black, crystalline creature, Mon3tr, which fired arts blasts in seemingly random directions. Each shot lit up the surroundings with an eerie glow, casting long, twisted shadows, despite the fact that there shouldn't be anything to block the light.

Severin squinted, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. "What in the world…?"

Kal'tsit's voice cut through the confusion, sharp and commanding. "Evacuate Wolumonde immediately!"

Severin stepped forward, his face a mask of concern and determination. "We can't just abandon the landship. Wolumonde as a town wouldn't survive."

Mon3tr unleashed another barrage of arts blasts, some hitting seemingly empty air but producing flashes of pallid flesh and the sickening smell of burnt flesh and blood. Severin caught a glimpse of something grotesque and otherworldly, but the memory slipped away as quickly as it came.

Kal'tsit reached Severin, her eyes blazing with urgency. "The lives of the townsfolk or the landship, Severin. Which is more important?"

Before Severin could respond, Folinic stumbled forward, her face ashen. She seemed too shocked to speak, her eyes wide with a terror that had taken root deep within her.

Kal'tsit didn't wait for an answer. She pulled out her radio and connected with the Rhodes Island command. "Doctor, Amiya, engage evacuation protocols immediately. We need the Suppression Team here, now. And send Operator Talulah. If my suspicions are correct, we're going to need all the firepower we can get."

Severin shook his head, trying to clear the fog of confusion and fear. "Kal'tsit, what are we dealing with here?"

Kal'tsit turned to face him, her expression grim. "The abnormality responsible is using the main power plant as its epicenter. It's spread throughout the landship, wearing it like a shell. It is everywhere."

Severin's heart sank. "If the entire landship is compromised, then how-"

"We evacuate first," Kal'tsit said firmly. "And then figure out a way to contain it once the risk of collateral damage eliminated."

Severin looked around at the frightened faces of the townsfolk. He knew Kal'tsit was right, but the thought of abandoning their home was almost too much to bear. "Alright," he said finally. "We'll do it your way."

The townsfolk began to move, their steps hurried and their faces pale. The air was thick with tension, every sound and shadow a potential threat. Mon3tr continued to fire into the unseen enemy, its blasts illuminating the fear etched on every face.

As they made their way through the streets, Kal'tsit stayed close to Folinic, her presence a steadying influence on the younger woman. "Stay with me," she murmured. "We'll get through this."

Folinic nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "I just… I can't stop thinking about what we saw in Atro's office. The journal… And inside the flesh was-"

Kal'tsit's expression softened for a moment. "I know. But we need to focus on getting everyone to safety first. We'll figure out the rest later."

As they neared the gates, the sense of urgency intensified. Severin barked orders to the townsfolk, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at his insides. "Everyone, move quickly! We need to get out of here!"

The gates loomed ahead, their iron bars twisted and bent as if some great force had pushed against them. Severin's heart pounded in his chest as he urged the townsfolk forward, his eyes darting to Kal'tsit for guidance.

She was already on her radio, her voice calm and authoritative. "Doctor, we're holding our position at the gates."

The response crackled through the static. "Roger that. Reinforcements are on their way. Hold tight."

Severin felt a glimmer of hope at the Doctor's words, but it was quickly overshadowed by the reality of their situation. He looked at Kal'tsit, his expression pleading. "What exactly are we dealing with here? Is an Abnormality is same as the thing those Sarkaz trapped?"

Kal'tsit met his gaze, her eyes hard and unyielding. "Correct. Abnormalities are creatures born from the human subconscious. They are fears and desires given form and operate according to the concepts they embody."

Severin swallowed hard, his mind racing. "But how do we fight something we can't even see and remember?"

"Wide area attacks for a start," Kal'tsit replied. "The entire landship would need to be assaulted in all directions. Which is why the evacuation is necessary."

The townsfolk were now crowded around the gates, their faces etched with fear and confusion. Severin watched them go, his heart heavy with the weight of his responsibility. He knew Kal'tsit was right, but the thought of abandoning and allowing their home, their landship, to be destroyed was almost too much to bear.