Pariah was looking expectantly at me. Waiting for an identification?
I wished I had one. “From the size of the prints, ogres would be a possibility. They don’t have the strongest of minds and would be susceptible to mental compulsions.” But ogres didn’t quite match up. The ones I’d met wore footwear and also had something closer to toenails than claws. “We could also be looking at some creatures the dark elves made with magic. Guardians or slaves to come out into the daylight, since they can’t. Uhm.” A new thought occurred to me. “How many scientists are on the missing team?”
“Six,” Pariah said.
And six sets of prints. Even though I’d never heard of magic that could turn human beings into giant monsters, my mind ruminated on the possibility. If that had happened, would there be any hope
