Far from where Reid and Darren's duel was ongoing, deep within the restricted sector of the military base, in a dimly lit chamber lined with monitors and reinforced steel, two figured observed the battle unfold through a screen.
One of the figures, a man clad in a dark, high-ranking military uniform, leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he watched the moment Darren's Forged-Beast turned on him.
The speakers of the monitor capturing every agonizing second of Darren's screams. The creature had been built to be powerful, yes, but the result was… disappointing at best.
They had watched as Beel toyed with the creature, effortlessly taking bite after bite while it failed to land a single hit on the fly.
"So, it failed," the man muttered, his voice carrying an air of disappointment.
"I wouldn't call it a failure," said the other figure—a man in a white lab coat, bearing the symbol of a cloaked figure on one of the chest pockets.