Merian smiled slightly under the lamp, with a hint of shyness: "I will continue to improve the formula's stability to ensure long-term storage won't lose activity."
Louis nodded in affirmation: "These can be directly produced in batches. Set up production lines, establish quality control and tracking systems, prioritize supplies for the front line and rescue units."
He withdrew his gaze, eyes showing unprecedented approval, "Excellent, now we have both smarter interrogation tools and supplies that sustain combat power at the rear."
Finally, Merian slowly opened the sealed silver-gray box.
Cold air escaped from the cracks, pale blue vines writhing in the soft light, their sap shimmering like ice crystals.
The temperature in the air seemed to plummet, even the light from the lamps took on a chill.
