In one night, 37 Niflheim Executives died.
In the next, another 42.
These people weren't high enough on the ladder to be called the true upper echelon of Evotech yet, but they were just a step away. Their losses would genuinely harm the organization's workflow and power.
Fear spread rapidly. Especially in such precarious times, fear had an extreme hold on people's hearts. A rumor began circulating that the Death God of the Outer Wilds had arrived in Evotech to claim their lives.
The ordinary researchers with 3rd class strength went into hiding, taking their findings and holing themselves up away from the Death God. As for the military, they were oddly silent. It was as if the ongoing scenario had nothing to do with them.