Sector 98, Middle — Spell Galaxy
Inside what looked like a laboratory overflowing beyond all reason with papers of every kind—old, new, half-burned, scribbled over, and discarded without care—stacked in chaotic piles that reached the walls. Ink bottles lay scattered everywhere, some sealed, others spilled and dried into dark stains. Flasks and refining vials filled with partially processed raw materials crowded every surface. Barrels lined the corners: some brimming with thick, dark blood, others packed full of finely ground bones reduced to pale powder…
It was a vast space crammed with materials and devices worth hundreds of millions of Pearls, yet despite that staggering value, the place was filthy, disordered, and worn down—no different from the room of a neglectful, obsessive teenager who cared only for his experiments and nothing else.
A person opened his eyes.
Bang.
