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At the bottom of the video, a ticker read: Artificial Amplification for Power Dysfunction, Test Subject 7.
A too-thin human female sat in the room in a med-gown. “What the fuck is this?” Hunt asked. But he already knew.
Synth. These were the synth research trials.
Bryce grunted—keep watching.
A young draki male in a lab coat entered the room, bearing a tray of supplies. The video sped up, as if someone had increased the speed of the footage for the sake of urgency. The draki male took her vitals and then injected something into her arm.
Then he left. Locked the door.
“Are they …” Hunt swallowed. “Did he just inject her with synth?”
Bryce made a small, confirming noise in her throat.
The camera kept rolling. A minute passed. Five. Ten.
Two Vanir walked into the room. Two large serpentine shifters who sized up the human female locked in alone with them. Hunt’s stomach turned. Turned further at the slave tattoos on their arms, and knew that they were prisoners. Knew, from the way they smiled at the human female shrinking against the wall, why they had been locked up.
They lunged for her.
But the human female lunged, too.
It happened so fast that Hunt could barely track it. The person who had edited the footage went back and slowed it, too.
So he watched, blow by blow, as the human female launched herself at the two Vanir males.
And ripped them to pieces.
It was impossible. Utterly impossible. Unless—
Tharion had said synth could temporarily grant humans powers greater than most Vanir. Powers enough to kill.
“Do you know how badly the human rebels would want this?” Hunt said. Bryce just jerked her chin toward the screen. Where the footage kept going.
They sent in two other males. Bigger than the last. And they, too, wound up in pieces.
Piles.
Oh gods.
Another two. Then three. Then five.
Until the entire room was red. Until the Vanir were clawing at the doors, begging to be let out. Begging as their companions, then they themselves, were slaughtered.
The human female was screaming, her head tilted to the ceiling. Screaming in rage or pain or what, he couldn’t tell without the sound.
Hunt knew what was coming next. Knew, and couldn’t stop himself from watching.
She turned on herself. Ripped herself apart. Until she, too, was a pile on the floor.
The footage cut out.
Bryce said softly, “Danika must have figured out what they were working on in the labs. I think someone involved in these tests … Could they have sold the formula to some drug boss? Whoever killed Danika and the pack and the others must have been high on this synth. Or injected someone with it and sicced them on the victims.”
Hunt shook his head. “Maybe, but how does it tie in to the demons and the Horn?”
“Maybe they summoned the kristallos for the antidote in its venom—and nothing more. They wanted to try to make an antidote of their own, in case the synth ever turned on them. Maybe it doesn’t connect to the Horn at all,” Bryce said. “Maybe this is what we were meant to find. There are two other videos like this, of two different human subjects. Danika left them for me. She must have known someone was coming for her. Must have known when she was on that Aux boat, confiscating that crate of synth, that they’d come after her soon. There was no second type of demon hunting alongside the kristallos. Just a person—from this world. Someone who was high on the synth and used its power to break through our apartment’s enchantments. And then had the strength to kill Danika and the whole pack.”
