Anyone could've mistake this pce for a freezer storing living corpses, but no this is far darker than any psychotic killer's ir.

  There was no air in the enclosed pce like a system isoted from its surroundings. Neither a speck of dust from the outside can come inside nor can a spsh of blood can spat outside surpassing the impermeable sheild gss.

  But it was nothing like a cage, cause a cage holds a living who is desperate to run.

  These people were nothing, their name had been taken away and the only thing left was too tagged as body one to so on.

  On the pilr, not far way from these pale faces there was a man, leaning on the pilr, in his twenties was staring at the bloody mess on the floor six inches away from him.

  He had come to West for a vacation with his two month pregnant wife. They were childhood friend and then lovers to now being killed together.

  Thinking of this... The man coughed out a mouthful of blood with clot. His wife's stomach was cut opened and her eyes were gauge out. His baby only two month old not yet formed a body was taken out and was eaten in front of his eyes. The blood mass was eaten with... with delish.

  The man face was covered with snot, tears and scratches. But strangely enough the wound on his face started to disappear but the despair, hurt and anger remains the same.

  There was also a rge wound on his back, the circur cylindrical circuit of spinal cords with the nerve fibre and blood was seeping through there.

  Well, but this wound did not healed like the one in his face, that disappear.

  The man then started to beat his one hand on the ground, like beating a drum. Slowly, slowly but with strength.

  If one listen carefully they will understand that though he was beating the ground like a mad men, who is dealing with a trauma, but there was a rhythm in it.

  A rhythm, or to say a ritual of calling something.

  His strength that he just accumuted started to deteriorate. But soon his dull eyes shune with a glint. A bud of seed was overgrown from the ground.

  The man looked at the bud grown near him and touched it.

  While the bud look confused and worried " Disaster... Cough.. ask sister to return.. mh.. to the tribe." The man whispered in a low voice.

  He knows his vital are crush and he will die soon.

  The bud then wrapped himself on his hand and rubbed him.

  The man face him a soft simile, but his eyes were full of tears. He wasn't sad about his condition but his partner and his yet to be born child.

  He still remember the time they were dating and his wife was the one who took the initiative to kiss first. The time when he proposed her and she jumped on him.

  The time when they got married, and the time when she announced with a calm smile on her face that.... that he was going to be a father.

  Then he, as if giving a final bye, rubbed the bud and said "go."

  The bud, after which, grows up into a root system and carried the body of the man's wife towards him which he embraced tightly "sorry, I was not a good husband or a father i couldn't save you both."- he thought and at st his eyes which was smear with tears was now closed.

  The man went silent as the out grown root graze his face and his wife hair like a mother, grieving for her children death.

  Soon their body turn cold and the crack made by the root return to normal, as if nothing happened.

  Then the tightly closed gate , seperating the two worlds, opened with three people wearing a blue top to bottom covered suit came inside.

  "Boy look at this elven, he was maybe one of the purest noble of the tribe. After getting his DNA we could finally have our missing peice of the puzzle solved. The prototype of the DNA mix - Indica II will be processed soon. Well, guess what? I am so excited to see the strength it would reveal."

  The other two man in suit one with strength face while the other with a boyish face but tall and broad body shape.

  They both look as the other guy with a maniac grin on his face rambled on and on.

  " The one who get this inject would surely become invincible but the only problem is that the body need to be tampered. Likely a death. Hmm? That wouldn't be any pain for your newly adorned Supreme leader, right?" Then the psychotic guy clicked his head three sixty degree back to face the other two and asked with a beautiful and alluring grin.

  While the stern man nearly pissed his pants after seeing the situation, the boyish one face remains neutral.

  " Liege asked you to continue with the experiment. The energy stones was never a problem but the result should be instant or else you're excuse to resign." Hearing the boyish face man saying these things calmly, the psychotic man looked at him with amused, while the stern face man was already in daze.

  " Okay! I'll be done soon~ soon. Now go back and tell your liege to celebrate. Maybe cook some tender bones and meat and eat."

  The man likely understood what he meant. He then spped the stern man, on his back, who then woke up from daze and then they both left the nasty and gore area.

  While the psychotic guy seeing that they left turn to look at the elven, dead like sleeping peacefully, with his wife in his arms.

  "C'mon now give me your DNA." He squared down to look at the peaceful face.

  "You know your the purest elven I have ever seen." Then wore a pair of gloves.

  " Oh I knew it after having a taste of those cells from your wife body." His hand holding the scalpel move.

  " Ah wait you call those cells that enter a life cycle a child, right?" The organs were removed, cleanly and the blood was collected.

  "Yes! You all who preach use that term." The scalpel repce a needle.

  "So, yes... I've eaten your child!" the rge cut on his bodies were sewed.

  " That's how I knew you were noblest!" The work was done.

  To be continued if life remains....