Master Bob had brought with him a limited number of the new-production serums.
Most of these were meant strictly for research, but he had quietly set aside three doses. Or, as he put it with a grin that was only half-joking, "borrowed" them before the Allied paperwork could catch up.
"Just enough to verify how far your bloodline kan be pushed. Let us assess their effect on you," the frog hybrid said, rubbing his webbed hands together with excitement.
Minutes later, Emery took his place on the reinforced examination chair. Runes lit up as the chair locked into its diagnostic configuration. Dozens of tubes extended like mechanical vines, connecting to his arms, chest, and temples. The machinery instantly hummed to life.
His blood was drawn first—multiple vials filling in rapid sequence. Some would be stored as reference baselines; others would be used for immediate comparative analysis against the purified serum.
Lines of data flickered into existence above the central console.
