In the dim light of the lab, the air was thick with the scent of burning oil and the quiet hum of machinery. Luke stood before a full-length mirror, his eyes tracing the lines of the grand blue robe that now draped his frame. Archimedes watched him with a critical eye, adjusting the fabric here and there, ensuring the fit was perfect.
The robe was a masterpiece of practicality and subtlety. Its deep blue colour felt just right to Luke—neither too ostentatious nor too subdued, a balance between standing out and blending in. The hood, large enough to shadow his face, could be pulled low to cover his features, while the flap across his mouth added an extra layer of anonymity. The robe's length was carefully measured, just shy of touching the ground, so as not to drag through dirt or catch on obstacles.
