"Omen Giant?" The once painful and fearful visage was etched into Lyle's brain, and now, looking at the Mutant, it resembled Him.
Absurdity, fear, and a sense of inescapable destiny precipitated into an inextricable despair in his mind, causing Lyle to feel somewhat breathless.
"It's all right, Plague Doctor, it is merely your creation, that's all," the scholar patted Lyle's shoulder, using his body to block the void gaze of the Mutant. "I have already confirmed that a Mutant Object subjected to Advanced Remodeling possesses no intelligence—only the most basic instinctual drives of a living organism. Its stare is just a normal reaction to external stimuli. It's merely subject to your creation."
