In his relentless pursuit of the perfect War Beast, Moro has sought to merge the bodies of man and wolf. The wolf, an apex predator, and man, brimming with untapped potential, should, in theory, create the ultimate being - an amalgamation of cunning, strength, and feral instinct.
Yet the reality of Moro’s experiments tells a different tale. The twisted and mewling failed drafts he discards are a grotesque testament to the limits of his art. Limbs fused at unnatural angles, flesh struggling to adapt to its borrowed forms, and half-formed mouths choking on agonized cries, all attest to the horrors wrought in his laboratories.
Though deemed failures, these wretched creations are far from harmless. Driven by ceaseless pain and half-conscious rage, they lash out with terrifying speed and ferocity at anything in their path, lab attendants, fellow creations, or intruders. Their violent outbursts are as much a curse to Moro’s operation as they are a grim reminder of his merciless quest for perfection.
