'If something goes wrong and my life can be saved, the Infirmary will find a way. If there is no way to turn back, at least Faluel will get extensive data about my failure. It's a win-win situation.' He thought as the violet nutrient liquid submerged him.
He could still breathe normally. Oxygen flowed into his nostrils on its own, getting in and out of the tank by itself.
'You can go now.' Ajatar said via a mind link. 'There's no point staring at me.'
Much to her dismay, Quylla had to leave first. One of the twins had just scored big time.
Lith and Solus left next, leaving only Morok and Faluel. The Tyrant waited until the first changes in the Drake appeared. Ajatar's hind legs became longer than his forelegs, and his neck elongated a bit.
Then, he put his fist against the crystal, and Ajatar bumped it.
"See you soon, old lizard." Morok nodded and Warped out of the room.
"Are you sure you don't want company?" Faluel asked.
