The Cult's secret base fell eerily silent.
It had been completely empty, with only the dark aftermath remaining.
Corpses of scholars and researchers lay scattered across the chambers and the corridors, their lifeless bodies sprawled among shattered instruments and overturned tables.
Fresh blood lay splattered across the dull walls, and the stench of death permeated almost every corner. Arcane contraptions flickered weakly, some still humming as if unaware their masters were gone.
Deeper within the base, the true horror lingered…
Hundreds of children were still bound to pipes, tubes, and grotesque devices. Their small bodies hung limply, their breaths were shallow, and their eyes dull and unfocused. Some twitched faintly, while others didn't move at all.
They had never been meant to live. To the Cult, they were nothing more than experimental subjects, tools to extract data, to test limits, to push boundaries that should never have been touched.
Now, the experiments had ended.
