[Vel'ryr]
In the large expanse of a lab, illuminated by a blue-white glow of overhead panels. At the lab's center, held high on a pedestal crafted from an iridescent alloy, was the Divine Blade Nihil that had since been moved to a more secured location—as ever, the blade radiated an unsettling aura; the rune-like patterns on its dark surface seeming to shift and writhe.
Surrounding the blade was an ensemble of scientists, outfitted in slick, form-fitting uniforms of deep charcoal, each adorned with razor-edged accents of crimson that slashed down the sleeves and collar. They murmured amongst themselves, a collection of whispering. One of the lead scientists, Professor Kessler, stood at the forefront, adjusting his black gloves as he addressed the group.
