Heck, he could already imagine Luna nagging him for the aftermath of all of this shit show that's about to happen.
"Heh."
… Or at least, that's the reaction he's aiming for.
A mysterious faint chuckle escaped from him, causing him to shake his head.
'What a bad guy I've become.'
***
The third floor laboratory hummed with contained magical energy, crystalline instruments casting soft prismatic light across workbenches covered in meticulous notes and diagrams.
Luna sat at her primary station with her pink pupil glowing faintly as she analyzed the soul binding phenomenon she'd been studying obsessively since that ridiculous mass summoning.
"Fascinating..."
Her heterochromic eyes tracked floating calculations that shifted and reorganized according to her mental commands.
The soul anchor, which was her own terminology for the binding mechanism connecting Nero to his summons, operated on principles that defied conventional magical theory.
