「Twelve hundred kilometers away, in a subterranean lair.」
The nutrient fluid roiled like boiling water. Inside a dozen massive culture vats, mutated Synthetic Beasts writhed in agony.
Their bodies swelled and tore apart madly, only to rapidly reform. The sheer frenzy could be felt even through the glass.
A Shadow-Etch Dragon emerged from the shadows in a corner. Its abdomen convulsed, and it spat out a murky crystal coated in slime.
The area of Zone 18 near the workshop still couldn't transmit information, so they had to rely on this primitive method to bring it back.
The Black Wizard walked forward and placed the crystal into a device.
As Magic Power surged, light and shadow reformed in midair, projecting an image of the workshop: the vast, collapsed dome, Golems shut down and scattered across the floor like scrap metal, and the fluctuating energy deep within Zone 18 that was now subsiding.
"He advanced?"
