The central floor of Factory Gamma was defended by a dozen cult bio-guards. Heavily augmented cyborg hired blades whose forearms had been replaced with air-powered flechette cannons, their eyes shielded behind brass-rimmed infrared visors.
Arthur’s squad stepped onto the outer edge overhead frame. Then, the lead guard’s visor flashed crimson. “Intruders on Tier One! The beast-doctor has breached Sub-Level Two! Protect the Pain Array! Maximum voltage to the broadcast coils!”
A technician on the central pulpit wildly pulled three heavy knife-switches.
The fifty-foot giant beast brain suspended inside the tower pulsed with blinding violet electricity. The high-pitched psychic hum amplified tenfold, turning into a painful shriek that rang through the teeth and skull bones of everyone in the room. In the surrounding vats, dozens of baby chimeras slammed against the glass, their eyes rolling back as violent epileptic seizures tore through their developing bodies.
Even Arthur felt a wave of sharp, nauseating dizziness strike his temples, like a needle driven through his frontal lobe.
Grimm let out a fierce, defiant roar. The dread-wolf didn’t falter. He channeled his Fenrir bloodline, unleashing a deep-rumbling counter-ringing from his deep chest that clashed against the psychic shrieks, carving a sound hall through the air.
