Brave

Carlos inevitably panicked. Those tremors weren't a good sign, especially in space, and the various expanding cracks that had opened everywhere hinted at something even worse. The ship looked on the verge of imploding, but soon, Carlos felt unable to focus on that, either.

The air seemed to turn liquid, refusing to enter Carlos' nostrils, let alone his lungs. An instinctive, primordial fear also spread inside his brain, covering him in cold sweat. He was confused and unable to breathe, but his mind somehow knew who was to blame.

Someone moved among that raging earthquake. The other hooded figure, Blue, calmly crossed the crew, ignoring Mister Broze, to approach the special container. He didn't bother removing his cover, but something else did it for him.

Spiderwebs of cracks appeared on Blue's sleeves, mask, hood, shades, shoes, and gloves, expanding until they turned into a rain of torn rags that vanished before touching the floor.