As the Cassian opened the door, a dense wave of heat flowed into the office. The floor of the factory was industrial, to say the least. Everything was designed for utility. The outside of the office flowed with a left turn into a thin walkway, no wider than a man and a half. Thin metal rails prevented accident, but they felt uncomfortably low. Even if the fall was a meter and a half, it felt unnecessarily dangerous. The office was indented in the wall and the walkway led along the wall. About ten meters away, the path ended with a quick turn to dangerously steep stairs to another path, stairs, and finally the ground floor.

The ground floor was designed with the creation of metal rods in mind. Closest to them and on the left hand side of the wall was a cutting machine. Stopped halfway, the machine was a long V-shaped catcher made to collect the recently cut rods. On the wall furthest away from them was where girders carried out large rolling vats to pour into the machinery. It was open, but dark. All power had been cut, the remaining light coming from molten metal and dropped flashlights. It was enough to see, but it wasn't enough to make exact detail.

But that scraping stopped once the door fully opened. It came from the left. There, the abomination was fully in sight. Even in the light from the glowing metal, you could make out it's pink, skinless form. It was human in shape. Lean muscles were easily visible without anything to hide them. It's left arm seemed to slashed at the elbow, only to have a thick steel blade attached. It's right arm was normal. It was taller than most, but would be taller if it had most of its head. Rather than having a formed skull, the abomination only had a mandible. No face, no eyes, nothing.

As soon as that door opened and swung into the office, the abomination began to move. It slowly turned towards the door and began a slow approach. Moments later, it sprung, bone crunching as it quickly soared three meters towards them. It quickly began to claw its way on the ground towards them, the large blade being more of a hindrance to its movement.

But on the ground floor, Asche saw something different. On the right wall—his left—was another shape. Between them was nothing more than a raised pathway, high enough to barely be cover. It didn't seem to spot Asche at first, his back turned to Asche. Still human in form, the second abomination was another skinless abomination, fluid oozing from each strand of muscle. On its head, a thick metal helmet. Simplistic in design, it was as if someone put a shapely metal dome on someone's head and neck and bolted it place. On its back, just below the helmet, Asche could barely make out an odd symbol. He could see little more than a large triangle. Anything else was too difficult to discern.