Zebas tried to speak, but Duskhand cut him off, his tone shifting to one of cold finality.
"Did I not tell you before, Zebas? What we need are soldiers who can take orders. Soldiers who can think for themselves. Soldiers smart enough to dodge and avoid damage in the first place—so they don't even need regeneration.
That's what we want. If losing their regenerative abilities, enhanced divinity, and pain nullification is what it takes to get that, then so be it."
He stepped forward, his murky gold eyes glowing as he added.
"It's a good thing I came here today. Do not send any more of these failures to us at High Command. If you do, some of the others—Generals…and the High-Rank gods—won't be as lenient. They might cut your funding, or worse, remove you from your position as lead scientist.
And they'll put someone of their choosing in your place."
