Victor sat down on his throne, a stern expression etched on his face as he observed his scientist busily injecting monstrous creatures.
The loud, guttural growls of monsters echoed through the vast chamber, mingling with the agonized cries of humans. Those humans, unwilling test subjects convulsed violently as the monstrous blood coursed through their veins, transforming them into twisted abominations.
"It's been over seven days," Victor finally voiced, his lips curling into a smirk. His words were directed at a woman clad in a sleek black coat. She cradled little Hope in her arms, the baby sleeping soundly despite the chaos surrounding them. "That little boy is as good as dead. The earpiece in his ear disconnected long ago."
