Weeks later, the underground lab wasn't a graveyard anymore—a nightmare for experiments!
It was a kingdom.
The air buzzed—not with chaos, but with something terrifyingly clean. Controlled. The once-sterile walls now pulsed faintly with a new kind of heartbeat, the soft thrumming of power so dense it felt alive. Ether wasn't just present—it was woven into the architecture itself, saturating the very molecules of the lab with something that smelled almost too sharp, too pure. Like lightning trapped in a bottle.
The Begin Gem—the forbidden prize Captain Sun had failed to protect—sat at the center of it all now, cradled in a containment unit like a dark heart. It pulsed rhythmically, pumping out a silent beat that fed the entire complex with limitless, stable energy. Power the world above couldn't even dream of.
Power that twisted the rules of biology and physics and bent them into obedience.
The capsules were no longer horror shows.
They were triumphs.
