A middle-aged man and a woman in glasses were standing side by side, both dressed in pristine white lab gowns. Papers were spread out between them, and judging by their stiff expressions and hushed voices, they were discussing something important.
"…Subject Epsilon's rejection rate is accelerating—"
"If that continues, we'll have to restructure the entire mana conduit—"
Yeah. Definitely something about chimera experiments.
Epsilon.
That had to be one of the test subjects.
They sounded troubled—maybe even desperate—but the moment their conversation shifted deeper into dense technical jargon, I lost them completely.
Mana synaptic resonance?
Biological arcane backlash?
What?
Even if I strained my ears, it was pointless.
It wasn't information I could use, and honestly, it slipped through my mind as soon as I heard it.
I wasn't here to decode complicated research terms anyway.
I was here for one thing.
A key.
