As Devon watched the detonation, he did not bother to hide his scorn as he frowned,
"Sickening. Sacrificing your own people. Absolutely sickening" he said with his voice imbued with cosmic energy so that it boomed out over the noise of battle all the way to the Grand tent of the Dystopian camp. Inside which the General and her commanders still were.
That's right, they were yet to make an appearance.
But now they walked out of the tent with the General smiling in amusement,
"Sickening? Is it really that different from the effects of your traps which saw to the death of your own men. At least our plan does not kill one of our own. I'll do all I can to win.
And in case you have not noticed..." The General said as though she was enjoying an inside joke and she gestured to the transformed Dystopians,
"... They are not Dystopians" she revealed.
Devon's eyes widened,
"What?" He asked in incredulity and the General chuckled,