The flask glowed faintly in Zane's hand, the silver sphere of Eirenyssa's soul energy pulsing like a trapped heartbeat. He examined it briefly, eyes glinting with curiosity, then flicked his wrist and tossed it lightly toward one of his bots.
"Handle it carefully," he ordered.
The bot caught the flask with mechanical precision and carried it toward a massive machine at the far side of the lab. A lattice of black metal and glowing runes framed the core, where a crystalline matrix pulsed like a second heart of the island. The bot slid the flask into a socket, and the soul energy sphere was absorbed into the crystal.
Above the machine, etched into the reinforced plating in jagged glowing letters, were the words:
The Anima Duplicator
Zane leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, and smirked as he read the inscribed description once more—he had written it himself:
