The Untamed: Game of Hearts

Seeing the war approaching his horizons, King Marcus decided that one does not simply sit by and wait for his enemies to get a move on. No... Instead, he was going to prepare for something far nastier than any of those monsters could ever throw at him. He wouldn’t be much of a planner without some sort of backup plan, after all, and what better way for a King to fight than to let an army do the fighting for him? "I am assuming that that ’project’ is still up and operational?" Marcus casually asked Janus as they walked towards a walled-off section of the Moon Clan Territory.

"Ah, yes, my King. While developments have stalled, the project is still largely on track for completion," Janus replied as he walked half step alongside Marcus. "Some of the subjects are already awaiting inspection. And while they might just be blathering mindless fools, they are still a force to be reckoned with."

Marcus hummed as he took in Janus’s report. "I see. Well, I’ll be the judge of that then."

As they arrived at their destination, the King watched passively as he let the doctor open the door for him. What greeted him was a chilling cold as the arctic air of the room escaped from its confines.

"Rather chilly," he commented.

"It’s to ensure that the subjects won’t decompose during testing," Janus quickly explained. "I do apologize if I failed to warn you in advance."

"It’s fine," Marcus scoffed with a hand wave. "A bit of cold won’t kill me now."

It went doubly so, in the King’s opinion. What would the cold even do to him when he was already burning with rage at the monsters daring to oppose him? And even then, his cold contempt at his enemies could easily stave off the chilling touch of whatever it was inside these walls.