Fenrir returned to his lab in silence, mentally reviewing the new additions to his familiar roster and the progress on the forge Grizzle was working on.
But just as he was about to begin reorganizing his ingredients, a message pinged on his tablet. It was from Fredric.
[Fredric: We've hit a wall. Every attempt to replicate your potion has ended in minor explosions. Are you sure the instructions you gave us were correct?]
Fenrir raised an eyebrow, typing out his reply.
[Fenrir: Use the exact ingredient list and steps I sent. It's not complicated.]
[Fredric: We did. Multiple times. Same result. It's not just a failure—it's unstable. One even melted through a reinforced table.]
Fenrir stared at the screen for a moment before sighing and grabbing his coat.
[Fenrir: Fine. I'll come over. I want to see this mess for myself.]
—
The lab owned by Legion's main R&D branch was buzzing with suppressed anxiety when Fenrir arrived.
