"How much data have we gathered on the candidates for Project Homunculi?" Evans asked, his tone sharp as he observed the grotesque crystal balls embedded in pulsating flesh. Around him, a group of individuals—clearly mages, given their lean builds compared to the bulkier warriors—worked meticulously in the observation lab, their faces illuminated by the glow of various magical screens.
"Almost all," one of the mages replied, jotting down notes while glancing at a screen. On it, Rylan Dastor and a group of mages were shown struggling against a swarm of oversized insects. With no warriors in sight, the mages were at a clear disadvantage, their long-range attacks proving ineffective when the creatures closed the gap. At close range, they were little more than sitting ducks, relying heavily on their mana shields to avoid being overwhelmed.
"Almost all?" Evans repeated, raising an eyebrow as his gaze shifted to the mage who had spoken.
