"I had the misfortune of witnessing the Emperor's Specials since the very beginning of the campaign. Ah, that is what we called them...those monsters you spoke of," Willios said, his voice carrying a hollow, mocking lilt. "If you are waiting to hear how they behaved like demons from the start, then I am sorry to disappoint you."
He pressed his knuckles into his cheek, his gaze drifting as he attempted to reconcile the dull, sluggish creatures he had first met with the nightmares they became. It was the horror of hindsight, the realization that the fuse had been lit long before the explosion and they could not see any signs before it.
