Malakai glanced around the room. From his earlier scan, he knew exactly what to expect when he entered.
There weren't any Sanguine around, only men and women from the lower clans in Sylvastein. A glance was all he needed to figure out they were weak. Node formation at best.
Despite his subtlety, all eyes seemed to focus on him. The men and women in white lab coats had stopped their torturous actions, staring at Malakai with expressions ranging from shock to intrigue.
There was a moment of utter silence, save for the intense, cold screams of the tortured. Neither side made any move until…
"You evil bastards!" Lina's cry shattered the silence. She landed just beside Malakai, body tense, eyes blazing with fury.
She could hear the screams of her people, their cries. Many begged to be saved and others… to be put out of their misery. Tears streamed from her eyes.
Viga was the next to enter, and from his clenched fists and glacial eyes, it was clear how he felt.
