CHAPTER TEN
They made Chloe walk down to the flesh factories, ignoring her attempts to pull free of the large, armored hands that held her, treating her attempts to talk to them with contempt. Or maybe just not understanding; after all, the great transformed creatures that led her down there didn’t exactly seem like the cleverest things that had ever been put together.
“Put together” was the right way to think about it, because as they made her walk down through the interior of the factories, she saw creatures literally being constructed, like models being built by some kid ready for painting. She saw a space where red hot armor was being pushed into place onto giant, hairless things that looked like bloated cousins to the Purest. In another spot, things with blades for hands grew in gia
