"To fight monsters, you need monsters..."
There was a chilling nonchalance in Isabelle's voice, as though this was nothing out of the ordinary.
The Hyperions were one of the most terrifying forces in the world—once human, yes, but now little more than killing machines.
Each one a heinous criminal who had been rotting in maximum security prisons, only released on the condition that they could kill at the government's command.
The weight of her words sent a ripple of unease through the group.
"What if they... turn against us?" someone in the back finally voiced the question everyone had been too afraid to ask.
Isabelle shook her head confidently. "That won't happen. Their control is in my hands. If they even think about it, we can kill them remotely."
A collective sigh of relief went through the group.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Suddenly, the sound of slow, deliberate clapping echoed across the cabin.
"!"
