"Master Nostradamus, please advise the Count…"
Starfall Year 839, evening, the fifth of May. The underground Practical Lab beneath the Salt Sea Plains, the Multiverse Sacrificial Grounds.
At the hall of the laboratories, a researcher was almost praying to the person beside him. "This is, after all, a joint research center—we ought to be as careful as possible. While him, a Legendary champion would not fear failure, we're not, and a single mishap would drag the entire cavity into it…"
The researcher's tone was earnest and had the hint of a sob, just as quite a number of other researchers were nodding fearfully as well.
"Yes, yes, that's exactly it!"
"Although each battle-class are masters of lifeforce, I never expected that…"
"It's really too dangerous. Truly, and clearly unnecessary…"
