Chapter 63 Breakthrough II
Arriving in Dax's lab, they were welcomed by a series of bots gliding forward in smooth, silent formation.
Sleek metallic spheres floated at eye level, scanning the group with soft blue pulses. One bot extended a thin arm toward the Wyverns' weapons, as if politely asking permission to inspect and mend any micro-fractures from the journey.
But the team couldn't be fascinated. Not now. Not when Dax was still out there, facing whatever had spoken from the sky with divine fury.
The lab itself was vast and cold—obsidian-black walls stretched upward into unseen ceilings, lit by thin veins of crimson light that ran like arteries through the stone.
Holographic panels hovered in mid-air, displaying streams of data no one bothered to read. The air carried a faint metallic tang, undercut by the low hum of machinery that never slept. It was safe here. Sterile. Removed from the chaos outside. And yet every second felt heavier because of it.
