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They would fall nearly nearly fifteen meters, or fifty feet before his feet would crash into the already partially broken floor. Cain was in a crouched position, fixed to absorb the shock like steel springs. He then stood upright slowly. The Silvian princess had clung to him for dear life, not accustomed to falling sheer vertical heights as he was. When fighting a titan, it was an almost mandatory thing. Titans were particularly enormous variants of Orog, rarely had any one seen one--That didn't stop the horrifying tales of a creature as massively tall as the distance they just fell--crushing entire armies beneath its heel. Very little could stop Titans; specialized Ranger Silvians that garnered support from the dragon-kind had a viable way of keeping them at bay. Humans had battle mechs, surprising ingenuity for a less advanced race called "Leviathans" to com bat both Beserkers and Titans

"You're insane I hope you realize that," She would tell him while breathing particularly hard. Though he would see her beginning to grin as if it were not meant to make taken seriously as an insult but nor was it a ploy. It was genuinely a jest. "I get that a lot...Sometimes the world just needs a little craziness in it." Cain jested back.

Her voice would seem to carry and to echo for what sounded like miles. While the flame was her only way to see, Cain's eyes were well adapted for the dark. He could see in to the veil at the monstrosities that were hidden to the young girls eyes. He took her hand and led her forwards and into the dark. She would hear the dripping of water as though from a leaky faucet, smell the dankness of the cold air. She would almost get a sense of what was to come, her biological senses kicking into overdrive as the tension built inside of her.

"Wait here," He said to her, walking until he disappeared beyond the fires illuminated reach. She would hear a loud metallic bang before lights that were torn down by bombs and gunfire dimly lit the world around her. But it would not be enough to keep her eyes from witnessing a truly savage appearance. Before her and around her were innumerable test tubes. Easily capable of holding a large adult male. The tanks were five feet wide and seven feet tall. Moss grew on them. Yet, what lie within the tanks would defy reason, would alter her world forever.

Humans. Corpses, but not just any human or any corpse. Humans with the onset stages of AS. Azrael Syndrome. Their faces mangles, twisted in suspended animation. Some bibulous, thick skinned like Orog and others...others were diminutive, slender, petite like Silvians.

"May I introduce...your forefathers." Cain said nonchalantly stepping back into view. He gripped the rail one of many left standing, and peered into the murky waters at the grotesque half transformed abominations.

"You asked for the truth, here it is. Long ago, humans--not those buried under the ground those are meta humans humans after the disease. The humans before the disease made many things we now think of as archaic, useless. But to them they were the pride of the race. Monuments to their self worship. They made many things as well you know, automobiles, planes, etc. But they also dabbled in sciences that, for the sake of a better word, did really bad things. They created viral strains to kill their enemies and to cure themselves. They did this for money and power. Supply and demand you see. Well, they eventually stumbled on a disease that they couldn't cure. It evolved to fast, then it went away and they thought they were safe." Cain walked over to the tank behind her and wiped the glass showing a fetus hovering there.

"Then they began to change...Some into more civilized creatures, with great minds came technological advances one after the other--pretty soon the plague was forgotten. What's not broke don't fix it, right?" He then want across and down one wiping the glass revealing a child half turned into an Orog. " See, while you a Silvian lack innate need to kill as humans do, Orogs have it in abundance. That's why they are very good a killing. " He smiled, but it was a smile out of reluctance rather than pride. "This is the first Orog to attack and kill a Silvian. This is where it all began. The war, the strife, the bloodshed. A small five year old boy with no recorded symptoms suddenly metamorphosing into an Orog.In nature there is always a hunter-prey relationship. They adapt to each other. Unfortunately, the humans that were left--yes there were more Silvians at that time--and the Silvians themselves didn't have a natural enemy to adapt to. When the remainder of humans fractured and became Orogs their taste for the flesh became insatiable. First it was cattle, but that wouldn't do or it didn't last. So one attacked a Silvian while transforming because what's the first thing a baby wants? Nourishment. It set off a world.wide.frenzy. Orogs are telepathically connected, they are like ants and bees. They have a hive mind. The rest I'm sure you can guess where it leads to."