Trigger Awakening [Part-2]

Autopsy Room, P.A.I.R. Headquarters

[The coroners carefully examined the body of Instructor One; their expressions were grave as they noted the unusual injuries. One of them, a middle-aged man with a stern demeanour and a meticulous approach, spoke to Instructor Two and Supervisor 009911.]

Coroner 1: (examining the body) This is no ordinary case. The injuries suggest a precise and calculated attack.

Coroner 2: (nodding, checking the medical reports) Indeed. It's as if someone targeted his elemental power directly.

Instructor Two: (concerned) How is that possible? Elemental powers are supposed to be protected.

Supervisor009911: (furrowing his brows) We need answers, fast. This could be a new threat we haven't encountered before.

The room was filled with urgency and tension as they discussed the implications of Instructor One's death.

Coroner 1: (continuing the examination) Look here. His wind elemental power has been drained, almost surgically.

Coroner 2: (noting down findings) And his lungs... they've collapsed completely. It's as if the very air was sucked out of him.

Instructor Two: (shocked) So, he was not just stabbed. He was robbed of his elemental power and his life force.

Supervisor009911: (grim) This is a sophisticated attack. We must alert the higher-ups immediately and prepare for any similar threats.

[As they spoke, the coroners meticulously documented every detail, their expressions reflecting a mix of concern and determination to unravel this mystery.]

Coroner 1: (concluding the examination) The cause of death is clear: a combination of targeted elemental theft and collapse of vital organs.

Coroner 2: (closing the report) We'll send this to the council for further analysis. This could be the beginning of something dangerous.

Instructor Two: (nodding) Let's hope we can uncover the truth before more lives are lost.

[Meanwhile ]

[As Dek drifted into unconsciousness, his mind plunged into a surreal landscape. He found himself amid an ancient ice age, a world painted in shades of white and blue, where every breath felt like a battle against the biting cold.]

Dek: (thoughts racing in his dream state) Where... where am I? This doesn't feel real.

The blizzard raged around him, whipping icy flakes against his skin like tiny daggers. He struggled to move, his limbs heavy and sluggish in the freezing air.

Dek: (shivering, trying to make sense of his surroundings) It's so cold... too cold. I can't see anything.

The howling wind drowned out any other sound, creating an eerie symphony of nature's fury. Dek's breath formed misty clouds before him, a stark reminder of his precarious existence in this frozen wasteland.

Dek: (clenching his fists, determination in his voice) I must keep moving. I can't stay here.

He pushed forward, each step a battle against the relentless storm. The snow piled up around him, threatening to bury him alive in its icy embrace.

Dek: (struggling against the elements, fear creeping in) What if I don't make it out? What if this is it?

The thought of being trapped in this icy hell sent a chill down his spine, but he refused to succumb to despair. Somewhere in his subconscious, he knew this was a dream, a manifestation of his inner struggles and fears.

Dek: (finding a spark of hope) I must find a way out. There's always a way, even in the darkest of storms.

With renewed determination, Dek pressed on, his mind a battleground between fear and resilience. The blizzard roared around him, but he focused on the distant glimmer of light, a beacon of hope in the frozen expanse.

Dek: (gritting his teeth, pushing through the storm) I won't let this dream defeat me. I'll find my way back.[Crash's dream unfolded in stark contrast to Dek's icy ordeal. He found himself in an ancient era of raging lava flows and searing heat, a world where every breath scorched his lungs, and every step threatened to melt the ground beneath him.]

Crash: (shielding his eyes from the intense glare, determination in his voice) This heat... it's like nothing I've ever felt.

The landscape around him was a symphony of molten rock and fiery rivers, painting the horizon in hues of red and orange. The air shimmered with waves of heat, distorting the very fabric of reality.

Crash: (grinning despite the heat, a thrill in his voice) This is more like it! A challenge worth facing head-on.

[He navigated through the blistering terrain, his boots leaving sizzling imprints on the rocky ground. The heat threatened to sap his strength, but Crash revelled in the adrenaline rush of the dangerous environment.]

Crash: (admiring the raw power of the volcanic landscape) This is nature at its most primal. It's beautiful in its destructive way.

[As he ventured deeper into the heart of the volcanic realm, he encountered towering geysers of molten lava, their eruptions like fiery explosions against the sky.]

Crash: (awe and excitement blending in his tone) Incredible! I've never seen anything like this.

Despite the danger, Crash felt a surge of exhilaration coursing through him. The challenge of surviving in such extreme conditions fueled his determination and honed his instincts.

Crash: (focused, adapting to the environment) I have to stay sharp. One wrong move here, and it's game over.

The intensity of the dream mirrored Crash's resilience and adaptability. He faced the scorching heat with a mix of caution and thrill, embracing the raw power of the ancient world he found himself in.

Crash: (pushing forward, undeterred by the heat) I won't back down. Not here, not now. This dream is mine to conquer.