Bubbling concoctions corkscrewed through the spiralling glass tubes that were above a flat slab of runes blasting puffs of cold blue air beneath them.
Centrifuges with dark sand-like powder made the constant whirring sounds across the laboratory. Set in a single room with the height of two buildings within, the lab was separated by an upper and lower platform.
Clunky consoles and machinery buzzed and beeped with lights and sounds that could only be identified by those in this room. The dozens of what appeared to be scientists and researchers went about maintaining the space—taking notes, starting or stopping processes.
Too little magic for a Maleficos Ordinate, but too much magic for a military unit. This laboratory was what stood in place of an Ordinate for the country; although, this being only one section of presumably many.
