Although Laz clearly heard the voice in his head, he barely registered it as his gaze landed on glass tank after glass tank of monstrosities, work bench like areas of of half formed creations and piles of bones from creatures that Laz had no way to identify.
The entire room looked like some mad scientists lab out of a cheap horror movie. Had it only been that, Laz and Ruby would have been able to carry on since they had both been desensitized to stuff like this over the years thanks to their own experiences and media in general.
The problem was that some of these things were still moving, at least the ones in the tanks.
