There were hibernating manmade metahumans in the rows of regeneration capsules. If there hadn’t been the war this time, they would have been allocated to the next upcoming war against the Ghost Eclipsers.

Both sides were stacked high with regeneration capsules. It was an endless grave of tens of thousands of people. 

The further we walked, the darker it was. In the depths of the factory lay the hybrid humans.

I stood before a hybrid human. The fluid in his capsule was different from the manmade humans’. It was a murky white starch, barely showing the hybrid human’s face.

Their physiological condition was shown on the surface of their capsules. Before activation, they were...