Human Civil War. {7} Lykos

The ruins of the once-great Holy City were now a battlefield of horrors.

Everywhere, the remnants of the Human Empire's soldiers convulsed, their bodies warping, twisting, breaking apart, and reforming into something monstrous. Their spines cracked and elongated, limbs stretching far too long, jagged bone protrusions bursting through their armor like spears.

Their faces… unrecognizable, twisted into grotesque masks of agony and rage. What were once men had become something else. And they would not die easily.

It took nearly twenty cultists to bring down a single one of these abominations, hacking and blasting away at flesh that refused to stay dead. The air was thick with the stench of burning metal and charred flesh, the screams of the dying mingling with the guttural roars of the void-touched.

But the worst was still to come.