Thalnor—or more accurately, Lucas, hidden beneath the flawless mask of the elder—stepped into the new lab with a sense of satisfaction humming through his body. The cool air inside the room carried the faint scent of chemicals and death mana, the perfect atmosphere for the task ahead.
Not long after he settled in, the sound of the door creaking open signaled the arrival of the guards, who entered the room with large bundles of materials in hand.
One of the guards, clearly the most senior among them, stepped forward and placed the items carefully on the nearby table. His posture was respectful, but there was an underlying tension in the air.
"Here are the materials you requested for your experiments, Elder Thalnor," the guard said, his tone dutiful but stiff, as if the weight of the items matched the pressure of being in the presence of a clan elder.
