The laboratory door silently slid open, and Lynch's figure appeared at the entrance of the passageway leading to the deck.
He carried a hint of the heavy aura from just breaking away from deep research, but his gray eyes, upon encountering the scenery outside the porthole, widened with an unmistakable awe as if a stone had been thrown into a deep pond.
On the deck, Annie had already pounced by the porthole like an excited little bird, her tiny nose almost pressed against the cold crystal glass. In her large eyes, the bizarre and suffocating wonders outside were reflected, and she continually exclaimed "Wow!" "Oh my God!"
Naliti quietly stood behind her, her lake-green eyes filled with shock. The Elf's perception of natural wonders allowed her to better appreciate the extraordinary and dangerous nature of this area. Even Frankenstein was hanging onto the railing, his button eyes staring blankly at the changing lights outside, a puzzled gurgle emanating from his throat.
