The lab was even chillier than the hallway they just walked through and Dahlia couldn't help but shiver. To think she was standing in the very same room where a man lost himself to his lust for power.
There were several metallic tables with all sorts of vials that had various colored liquids in them and another wooden table by the left corner of the room with countless papers all over it. It looked like the whole place had been ransacked by a tornado.
"Ah, Your Majesty! You're here" A short old man with a prominent white moustache walked and called out to Azriel as he stepped out of the back room with a rack of freshly cleaned glass tubes in his hands. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink in days from the dark circles under his eyes.
"Good evening, My lady." He stretched his partially wet hands to Dahlia.
"Good evening to you too." Dahlia shook his hands.
