Back in Pyra Empire, inside the Palace Laboratory,
"Arrh… what's with these functions?" Xara groaned, her voice strained as she wrestled with something flickering on the glowing screen. Her face looked worn, eyes dulled from exhaustion, hair messy as if she hadn't touched a comb in days.
She barely had any clothes on—just a loose blouse clinging to her shoulders and the faintest cover of undies.
As she leaned closer, her gaze fixed on the blood analysis and semen analysis still running across the system.
To be honest, it was already her third attempt. The previous ones had short-circuited the device, and in some cases, the results had even vanished into thin air as if swallowed by some unseen force.
She wondered why… and what kind of blood could twist reality like this.
Anyway, she was currently stuck with something confusing, and it gnawed at her mind so badly that she wanted to confirm it directly with the one person responsible for this blood and semen.
