Test area.
In a chilly private laboratory, Ivan met his mentor, who had just extracted himself from an experiment.
As Randall approached, the strong scent of disinfectant assaulted the nose; he plopped down on the beast hide sofa, which creaked under his weight.
"Your strength has improved significantly. Is this a mental power potion you concocted yourself?" Randall eyed his apprentice, noting that his power had climbed another rung, somewhat to his surprise.
"Hehe, you are right," Ivan said with a shy smile.
"You haven't been starving the little guys, have you?" Randall's tone shifted, his gaze turning slightly menacing.
"How could I? You can't wrong me, Mentor. They are lively now," Ivan said as he extended his palm, and within seconds, the Silkworm Queen emerged along with five or six robust underlings up his sleeve and onto his hand.
"Dron dron---"
The Silkworm Queen still looked plump as ever as she twisted around and, lifting her head, chirped at Ivan.
