We can't save them all

Aelorin sat amidst the chaos, his breaths shallow and erratic, his torn and bloodied form barely able to hold itself upright. The room reeked of iron and death, the scent clawing its way into his lungs as if to suffocate him with guilt and anger. Shimall moved in the background like a specter of death, her blade slicing through the panic-stricken scientists. Their desperate cries were short-lived, their attempts to flee futile as she raced through them faster than their fear-driven legs could carry them. One by one, she tackled them down, her sword a merciless reaper that silenced their screams.

Aelorin, though battered, remained focused. His gaze fell to the small pool of blood seeping from the lifeless werewolf. His instincts flared, and the voice within spoke.

{New blood found...}

{Hybrid breed}

{1 beast tamer point has been gained for killing a hybrid human.}

Aelorin clenched his fists. "Absorb the blood."