"Yes, yes, great, great Garvin! He created us! Garvin!!"
"Yes! Yes!"
"It was him, it was him! He granted us new, new life!"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Now, now Orc things are invading our new, new home! What do we do!"
"Die! Die!"
"Then, then let's go!!!"
"For the glory of My Lord Garvin!"
"For Zelandia!!!"
"Yea!!!"
The fanatical Ratmen then lined up to collect their weapons and armor, squeezing into the steam-powered transport vehicles as fast as they could. Accompanied by the drone of steam whistles, they set out beyond Zelandia for the first time.
[The seed of the mind Garvin had planted without intention had already taken root among the Skaven, gradually ascending into an alternative and extreme form of religious faith.
And our experiment had undoubtedly become the catalyst for it to sprout further and grow strong. This was already the embryo of a civilization!
I do not know by what standard I should judge such a newborn race, nor do I seem qualified or capable of judging it.
Yet at this very moment, we chose to arm their claws and fangs against the enemy.
Merely to reduce the casualties in the new territory and obtain further experimental data for the Ultimate Warrior augmentation surgery.
They were still not powerful enough, but they possessed immense potential—and were dangerous enough.
Rationally speaking, the safest course would be to destroy them immediately after this battle!
But in the short term, I seem unable to find more perfect experimental subjects than them.
And no one knows what fruit such a beginning will ultimately bear.
It is best to leave this choice to Lord Tibilus for judgment.
I have always had the illusion that, as a dragon, he seems to understand the emotions of intelligent beings better than I, a human, do.---Igg Vince]