Inside, a figure floated weightlessly, suspended like a jellyfish adrift in the still depths of an artificial sea—motionless, serene, almost sacred in that carefully engineered peace.
The bubble housing the body pulsed with radiant light, the only illumination in the otherwise shadow-drenched lab. Aside from the steady beeping, silence reigned—until a voice broke it, no louder than a breath.
"I think this will be our best masterpiece... ever."
"I didn't think she could handle it this well."
A younger scientist, her face framed by sleek dark-blonde hair, eyes sharp with intellect far beyond her years, folded her arms. Lady Tier, still in her late teens, looked more mature now than just four months prior—since the Q97 run. "Better than that Caspian noble?"
"Well, that rich noble's a lost cause. No limiter, no control, no gain for us. We should treat him as a... nonexistent being," Millen sneered.
