Getting Toxic

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Now that the area was all good and ready for usage, Homura prepared for a little test run. This test run was nothing more than a demonstration of skill so to say and it would help with a few things.

So while still outside the lab, she placed her arms downward and opened her hands and from her hands came a black mist like substance that would quickly cover her entire body, as well as the entrance to her lab. This black mist was none other than her poison pouring from her hands, but she wasn't just doing this just because.

"Yehahahahaha."

She laughed as the poison mist spread like wildfire! This was being done so that she could mix her own poisons with the already existing ones in the area, that way the area would be death-inducing for anyone without proper equipment.

"There we go. Now I must get assistants or an assistant so to say."

Having a big lab was nice and all, but running a lab this big wasn't so nice; in fact, it was quite the problem for Homura. So she needed someone else to work with her or people to work with her.

"I must find people and fast."

Eventually, many of the Dusk Creatures grew either intelligent or powerful enough where their non-changing environments could no longer support them and their rapid constant growth because there was no constant rapid growth always occurring around them in order to sustain them. Therefore, these Dusk Creatures broke out of the lab and went back out into the Wilderness of the Spectral Dusk, integrating back into the ecosystem naturally as their bodies would allow or disallow. As any living creature would, they searched only for places hospitable and supportive to their newly taken on life that is something completely different from whatever it once was before. The current environment no longer supported them as they were -- they had evolved, as the creatures on the Veritas did in their time. Yet, this exponential evolution was something that extended far beyond what the current state of the environment could handle. They branched out all over the continent, searching for a place they could live. They would either adapt to the environment and make a habitat or die off and never be seen nor heard from as a creature or species again due to being the only of its kind in every instance. There would be none other like them, yet somehow they were completely disposable, as some creatures in natural life cycles were in order to sustain the progression of the generation. Their only goal now was to survive in the Dusk.