After sending off the containment team, Cheng Ye pondered as he entered the isolation chamber to conduct a thorough check.
Isolation Chamber 48 had been washed clean with a high-pressure water jet, and the bloody scent dissipated in just a few minutes.
Only the small holes corroded by the sap of the Rotting Vine on the walls silently told of the battle that had taken place.
"Extraordinary..."
Stepping out of the isolation chamber, he took several deep breaths, yet he still felt the turmoil in his chest was slow to settle.
The complex emotions in his mind seemed to be fracturing.
Three parts were shock at learning the truth about the Extraordinary, three parts were a strong desire for Extraordinary abilities, three parts were a secret fear of the unknown.
And one part was a growing curiosity about deeper secrets of the wasteland.
