"Status. Check."
After the voice was uttered, purple runes expanded like a balloon, revealing all the intricacies of the device and even its blueprints.
Dotted lines and the like were situated on the plans, going so far as even to point out the tiniest markings.
The man who wore a purple scuba suit clenched his dark gloves and gripped the wheel of the contraption, pivoting the vehicle. A hushed masculine voice asked as its visor peered straight through the sea.
"Alas, the great analyst has calculated its target. Primrose, the carrier of the Potion Spell from none other than her mother, has reached oceanic depths. Prepare sending call to master, (redacted)
"You have done well, my servant. Done well indeed." A feminine voice, as deep as a whale, answered the scuba diver's analysis. "Shall you come face to face with a white-haired boy, do not tamper. He is not part of this investigation."
