Watts stood silently in the Literal Realm, his golden eyes glowing faintly as they followed the chaotic movements of the leader within the laboratory.
His expression was one of calm amusement, his lips curled into a faint smirk.
The leader's anger and confusion were palpable even across the barriers of existence, and Watts couldn't help but find the man's distress thoroughly entertaining.
"Serves him right," Watts murmured to himself, crossing his arms. "You shouldn't play with fire if you can't handle the burn."
Nearby, his aunt and sister lay unconscious on a bed Watts had materialized out of pure thought.
The shimmering golden construct supported them gently, its surface radiating warmth and light. After extracting them from the lab, Watts had made sure to check their vital signs.
Though they were still unconscious, their breathing was steady, and their heartbeats strong.
