"Is this even possible?"
Looking at the hideous Giant in front of him, moving its bulky legs in the water, swinging four arms, and adapting to a new form, Wayne just thought it was absurd.
He had just witnessed the monsters cutting open their wailing kin, stuffing an unknown pile of colorful internal organs into its abdominal cavity, then slicing its muscles to insert more muscles and bones, finally throwing it into a nutrient pool without even stitching it up.
A Synthetic Beast of biological modification without any stitches, its torn flesh heals on its own vitality; those who survive make it through, those who don't become nourishment in the nutrient pool.
Any Spellcaster who sees such an experimental modification and sees a success would think the world has gone mad.
"Dragon Blood?"
Wayne wasn't a Spellcaster, so he wasn't fazed by such irrational results, and instead, he could see the underlying logical consistency beneath the insanity.
"Golden Sun?"
