Pushing the door open, Lance was met with an indescribable scene.
In several iron cages meant to hold experimental subjects, a fierce "struggle" was unfolding. The captured Heretics were divided into three pairs of men and women, engrossed in this violent activity.
There was no beauty to speak of; it was more akin to beasts, filled with madness and savagery, while a strange odor permeated the air.
Outside the iron cages, Paracelsus was busy at an experimental table concocting some sort of potion, unfazed by her surroundings. This explained why she was a researcher and Lance was merely an ordinary heir.
The noise of Lance pushing open the door did catch Paracelsus's attention, but after a glance, she immersed herself again in her research.
"What's going on here? How did you create such a commotion?" Lance walked over and took a peek.
