"Report," Lionel ordered as his gaze scanned his camp, noting the peripheral damage.
A quarter showed signs of combat with a building destroyed and more than half of the men moving around walking with a sense of dread.
Lionel recognized it as the innate fear of the Abyss that dwelt in all denizens of Eventide.
It also didn't help that these men had to watch their comrades turn into grotesqueries, forcing their hands to end their lives.
The Homunculi beside him didn't immediately respond, instead going through her notes before she spoke up. "4 dead. All turned into abyssal trees. 5 injured in the confusion that followed and roughly 5 percent of our equipment was damaged due to one of the transformed beings serving as a caretaker in the weapons room."
The statistics weren't bad but the implications of having his men turn into abyssal horrors was a major cause for concern.
"Any ideas as to why these men transformed?"
