Kane's vision tunneled, focusing on those three words burned across the screen: Resurrection Protocol.
"Elias isn't trying to reassemble the crystal," he breathed. "He's trying to resurrect it."
Rina scrolled down, revealing layers of technical specifications that made Kane's head spin. Chemical formulas intertwined with ancient spirit glyphs. Molecular diagrams overlaid with draconic symbols.
"He's documented everything," Rina said quietly. "Every experiment. Every failure. Every breakthrough."
Kane leaned closer, his enhanced senses picking up details even on the digital display. Dates stretched back years—long before Kane had ever investigated Veyr Corp.
"This started before we met," he murmured.
"Look at the material requirements." Rina highlighted a section.
Kane read through the list, his stomach dropping with each line:
Shard essence: Five fragments minimum
Dragon blood: 500ml minimum viable concentration
Divine catalyst: Synthetic alternative under development
