The prince's battlefield.

Dimitri's POV

At the moment, I was in the command room, eating seasoned monster liver. The meat had been seasoned with salt and a few other spices that made it both flavorful and refreshing. It had also been cooked with fresh blood, which gave it an iron taste that, for some reason, I found enchanting. The taste still lingered in my mouth, allowing me to relax despite the current situation.

More specifically, I was reviewing two reports. One was a recording of that individual, completely transformed with sharp, dangerous reptilian features, which led me to identify him as most likely a member of the imperial family. However, there was still a small chance he could be an orc or a sub-orc related to the lizard group or something similar.

Unfortunately, he hadn't been contained yet, though that wasn't entirely bad, as it meant we could run a few more tests.

"Send in M-12 and..." I paused for a moment but continued with the command, "and M-19."