Arnold took a suspicious green liquid by his side and washed his hands using it. The liquid masked his smell covering him in the scent of the swamps. But covering his smell wasn't enough. The smell of the dead lurked around him. Next to him were two inhuman corpses... Both of which had deformed beyond recognition. If Arnold hadn't killed them himself, he would've refused to believe these corpses were once human.
'Devon is out of his head...' Arnold thought remembering that the people he had killed weren't pure humans, but Inhumans who had their body and DNA fused with that of monsters. Especially with those of lizardmen and nagas.
"Master?" A voice similar to Arnold's echoed through Arnold's makeshift hideout.
"I'm here. Finish up the report first, Talos." Arnold replied, "By the way, does anyone suspects anything?"
