"My lady... the results of your experiment. Nearly all of them... twisted beyond comprehension..."
"Those who weren't cut out for this shouldn't have volunteered", the voice of the priestess was as harsh and merciless as the young man's was quivering. "The ones who perish here wouldn't have survived combat anyway."
The men and the women who'd volunteered lay prone on the open field, all covered by monstrous deformities. One seemed to have had all the blood sucked out of him, another's testicles had grown so huge they had crushed his toes under their weight. The priestess was walking among them, inspecting each before moving on. Clearly, it seemed, one of the ones who wasn't cut out for it was the aide she'd been assigned.
"But my lady", he tried one more time, flinching away his gaze from the man whose bowels had exploded rather violently out of his stomach. "There wasn't anything wrong with these troops, that's why you chose them... they would have made excellent soldiers had not..."
"And you would make an excellent Drown if you did not shut up", the priestess replied coldly, finally quieting the aide. She stopped in front of one of her test subjects, pausing to take a closer look. The elven woman had been pretty once, but no stretch of the imagination would let you use that word of her anymore. Any fat she might have had was muscle now, and all the muscle she had was grown large enough to stretch and tear away the skin that had once covered it. Her eyes were bulging out of her head, the expanding tissue having forced them out of their sockets - but despite everything, they eyed the priestess with an air of wary satisfaction.
"I think this... is exactly what we need", for the first time today, a smile slowly appeared on the priestess' lips. Her eyes glowing, she turned to the aide, joyous laughter in her voice. "I knew the Overlords would not forsake us! They have gifted some of us inhuman strength, enough to take down all of our foes. Find the others who look like this, they're the ones we want."
"And... the others?" the man slowly asked.
"The others? Oh", the priestess shrugged, having entirely forgotten about the failures already. "I don't think they can be made into Drown anymore, can they? It really doesn't matter, do what you want with them." She turned away from the aide, smiling and looking at the elven woman with love and adoration in her eyes.
"You are so pretty that way, my dear. I'm so glad you made it."