Liam studied Subject No. 421 intently. The Elders took a quick glance at the body, but they didn't need to stay.
Liam would fill them in later anyway. He'd make sure they revised everything 20 times over, too.
That paranoia wasn't a joke, they all thought as they left.
Liam honed his attention on the Subject.
The man's uneven skin was pure black, protruding with spiked, teeth-like bones from every orifice.
His mouth had also broadened wider with the scream. Filled with sharp, palisade teeth.
If the Subject didn't lose control over his powers, Liam was sure that killing him wouldn't have been easy.
The Triumvirate Body gave the user full control over everything.
A single slash to the neck was a hundred percent survivable if adapted to correctly.
'The reason he lost control was because of the pain that must come with the procedure.'