There was a stench that told Pellegri what she'd find even before she stepped into the holding cell.
Realians littered the floor, blood oozing from wounds while humans chewed on their flesh. It'd been less than six hours since the human subjects were injected with Realian neural tissue. The speed at which the DME addiction had taken hold was alarming, but Pellegri reminded herself of the necessity.
It would be a way to smuggle data from Realian brains by way of human carriers if the Zohar activation experiments failed and Miltia was destroyed.
Pellegri prayed it wouldn't come to that.