The room beyond was unlike anything Nero had seen before.
It was large, far larger than the previous room, and every inch of wall space was covered in shelves. Vials of every size and shape lined those shelves, filled with liquids in every conceivable color. Some glowed faintly, casting soft halos of light onto the surrounding surfaces. Others seemed to shift and swirl on their own, as though alive. The walls themselves were etched with runes, faintly glowing symbols that pulsed in a slow, steady rhythm. The air thrummed with energy, a low vibration that Nero could feel in his chest.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, staring.
Bishop chuckled and gestured to a wooden chair near a cluttered workbench. "Take a seat."
