"The most insidious lies are those woven with threads of truth and desperation."
The air in the Krill bio-labs hung thick with blood and the acrid scent of burnt flesh. Thousands of slaves, captured from countless worlds, had perished in agonizing mutations, their screams echoing off the reinforced walls.
These were the "gruesome experiments," the price of the Krill Empire's insatiable ambition. Psionic power, a force that defied their crude technological understanding, a gift that only a few rare beings could attain through lifetimes of spiritual mastery and arduous evolution, was their ultimate prize. They sought to weaponize it, to mass-produce it, to bend it to their cruel will.
