Syvarn stood by the control panel, adjusting the settings on the serum containers.
He didn't look away from his screen as he activated the internal comm.
"Bring him in."
A few seconds later, the heavy door on the side of the lab slid open with a low thud.
Loud, heavy footsteps echoed through the room as a massive figure stepped in.
Brug Morrgarn—Iron Tuskrager—ducked slightly to fit through the doorway.
His metal-hide skin reflected the lab's cold lights.
His tusks gleamed, and his red eyes immediately scanned the cages before landing on Drask and Syvarn.
He stopped in front of them, then knelt on one knee.
His huge form caused the floor to creak.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice rough but eager.
Syvarn finally turned away from his console.
"Take some of the mutants. Five should be enough for now."
He motioned toward the cages.
"Pick the ones that rage the most. Release them into one of the mid-tier districts."
