[Vel'ryr]
The cavernous chamber, a space for suffering, hummed with the thrum of machinery. Rows upon rows of stainless steel operating tables stretched into the blackness of the massive room, each occupied by a human or demi-human form, bound and supine. Children, their eyes wide with terror, lay beside weeping women, their bodies contorted in impossible angles. Men, their faces etched with pain, gasped for breath along with the whirling of metallic screeching.
A legion of scientists, clad in black uniforms accented with red piping, moved with the precision of magitech. Their faces, pale and gaunt, were obscured by surgical masks, their eyes cold and unfeeling. At the heart of this repulsive scene stood what seemed like the head of the operations, a nametag on his uniform reading Dr. Kaelen, his black uniform stained red.
