His voice carried dry humor, but there was an edge of genuine fear beneath it.
"Which is why I won't fail. I never do."
They emerged back into the creation chambers, where several pools continued their churning processes.
Slaves moved between stations and demons stood guard at key points.
"This factory represents decades of research," Loryn said, his skeletal fingers resuming their rhythmic tapping. "Everything I've learned, every technique I've perfected, all focused on one goal. Creating life itself."
He turned to look at Jack, and something in his expression suggested he was about to say more than he'd planned.
"You know, Jakar, power structures are temporary. Pho thinks he's eternal, that his gold and fear will keep him secure forever. But everything ends eventually."
Jack remained silent, letting Loryn talk.
