Asher couldn't believe his eyes, nobody needed to spell it out for him to understand what these people were trying to achieve. It was painfully obvious that they were trying to achieve what seemed like a creation, a grotesque and deliberate fusion between human and Emovira, a convergence that defied both nature and reason in ways that unsettled even his hardened composure.
A perfect hybrid, if one could even call it that, a being that stood at the crossroads of two fundamentally incompatible existences, born not from evolution or reality, but from forced manipulation and grotesque experimentation.
That was the organization's purpose at the moment, the reason why they've been kidnapping villagers, merchants, travelers, wanderers, and other unfortunate people on the road, the reason they've been harvesting organs and storing them with unnatural precision, as though they were merely selling them in some underground black market.
