That morning, something had drawn Alaric back here before the clouds had even opened their eyes to shelter the earth. There was something lingering in him since yesterday, something more than just awe that refused to fade.
Caelum's lab wasn't just a room filled with equipment. It felt like an extension of his mind. Every corner carried meaning. Every cable, every prototype, even a single scrap of sketched paper held depth. Watching Caelum work yesterday had been like witnessing a symphony: fast, precise, and brilliant.
Everything in the room was meticulously arranged. Gleaming metal shelves were lined with electrode components, microcircuits, and glass tubes glowing with a bluish liquid whose purpose was anyone's guess.
At one end, a U-shaped central workstation connected to a vertical transparent screen and several hidden drawers. Drawers that would only open if touched in a specific pattern.
