The 8th platoon from the Wen Dynasty's fourth army had received an order from the emperor. They were to receive augmentations. The war had grown too brutal for mundane soldiers. There was no protecting the nation for men too weak. In true soldier fashion, the 8th platoon marched into the maws of hell to become useful to his majesty.
The platoon marched into Luo Geming's laboratory. Immediately, the stench of blood, pus, excrement, and piss assaulted their noses. A mangled beast lay on the ground, flies frolicking around its pulsating open wound on its belly. Its bloated visage didn't resemble anything it once did The beasts weren't even screaming. They hyperventilated with fear in their eyes. That was all they could do.
Near the laboratory, rows of makeshift beds were laid out in an open space.
