[How is she so composed?]
[That's not composure, that's insanity!]
[Or is this what it means to be a true strategist?]
Ahcehera's movements were precise and methodical. She carefully observed the blood mixture, taking notes on her wrist-mounted device.
Despite the chaos around her, she remained entirely absorbed in her work. The environment was far from hospitable.
The air was thick with tension, and faint, unsettling sounds echoed from the remaining tunnels. Yet Ahcehera's mind was a fortress, undistracted by fear or doubt.
The viewers' discussions grew more intense.
[She's like a scientist and a soldier rolled into one.]
[Is it even safe to experiment with blood like that?]
[Why hasn't anyone from the military arrived to help her yet?]
After what felt like an eternity to the audience, the mixture in the apparatus stabilized.
