In a room filled with types of machinery that were infused along with runes and mana, one could definitely say this is the zenith of creation resulting from technology and magic.
In the middle of the room exists a wide turquoise tube filled with shifting liquid that keeps changing from one form to another. The liquid is similar to a living rainbow that looks really wild and volatile.
"Hey, how much fight this bad boy had left in him?" A blonde man asked with his right hand touching the glass of the tube.
The man's once vibrant blue eyes that was bright and hopeful have dimmed, replaced with a wearied and sorrowful gaze as he keeps staring at the volatile liquid.
Countless scars written on his body told the stories better left untold, for they bring despair to the one who hears... The toll it took on him physically is evident as there were still some wounds visibly seen under the bandages wrapping his muscular arm.
