Sanctuary was rapidly filling up with people. But bodies alone didn't win wars against the monsters.
Sebastian walked down the grand spiraling staircase into the deepest sublevel of the Citadel.
The five-kilometer perimeter outside was massive. Even with a thousand terrified laborers holding rusty pipes, they couldn't possibly defend the walls.
Human soldiers were fragile. They panicked. They bled. And worst of all, when they died, they turned into Infected and attacked you from behind.
He needed guards that didn't complain, didn't sleep, and didn't have a central nervous system to hijack.
He reached the Guild Core room. The massive diamond of the True City Core floated above its obsidian pedestal.
It pulsed with a slow golden heartbeat. It was the anchor tethering this digital fortress to the real world.
Sebastian stepped up to the console. He needed a master crafter.
There was only one NPC degenerate enough to build the horrors he required.
