Researcher Aimoi focused on aging, believing that the heavens placed artificial arbitrary caps on age. Her reasoning for this was simple. Why was it that a third grade celestial lived the same 10 000 year period a second grade celestial did? Logically speaking, shouldn't the latter live longer? After all, they filled more meridians with celestial qi.
Though these thoughts were intriguing, Dyon didn't believe them to be very useful. So, though he allowed Aimoi the same benefits as the other researchers, he wasn't as keen to look into her progress. He mostly did it to save her face and just in case her research really did turn up something interesting.
Dyon never could have expected that she would find her place here helping Researcher Fara to be rid of her clones' fatal flaw.
"Leader Sacharro." They both bowed respectfully.
"I have an interesting proposal for the both of you, though it might be difficult, the experience could be rewarding."
