"Dimitri, can you check the parameters?"
"Yes, sir."
Beyond the thick glass was a single man bound to a chair. According to Abramov, the subject was a Glassheart.
Julius regarded Abramov from the corner of his eye. Doubt began creeping in at the back of his mind.
Was Abramov truly Joachim? Or had Emil tricked him?
Julius had seen his share of Glasshearts betraying one another before, but never once had he witnessed a Glassheart personally conducting experiments on another of their own kind.
The next moment, Abramov pulled the lever. Julius's eyes turned to the control panel as the machine activated. He checked the parameters one by one, his gaze alternating between the readings and the man beyond the glass.
The bound subject began to tense. Abramov adjusted the output, careful not to let it spike beyond the designated range. On the surface, everything was proceeding within safe limits.
"Write it down, Dimitri."
"Yes, sir."
