Zone 8
The clearing in Zone 8 was eerily silent, save for the rustle of leaves in the distance. Victor stood there, his gaze fixed on the two lifeless bodies sprawled before him.
They weren't ordinary students. Their twisted, hybrid forms lay crumpled on the forest floor, their once-human features distorted by the monstrous side that had taken them. Their limbs, unnaturally long, were tipped with sharp claws, and their eyes dead yet still flickering strangely.
"What is happening here?" Victor muttered under his breath, his brow furrowed in confusion.
His hand was still bloodied from his fight.
These Hybrids had been strong—stronger than most—but he'd managed to dispatch them quickly enough. Yet the fact that they had been here at all disturbed him.
"Behemoth? What are they doing here?"
