The screen cut to a different feed. The camera framed a cluttered lab crowded with humming machines and shelves of glass vials. A thin, gaunt man in a stained lab coat stood front and center. His hair was a wild halo around a face that smiled too much.
A placard flashed on screen: Scientific Community.
Below it, a smaller caption named him. Dr. Elias Roht, evolutionary mage-biologist.
Luna paused mid–popcorn, brow raised. "Isn't that the lunatic from the Bastet Q&A? He tried to turn the whole panel into a grant pitch about monster symbiosis or something and nearly spent the budget asking his dumb hypothetical questions. The higher-ups had to yank the budget out of his hands, or he singlehandedly would've made us billionaires. How unlucky…"
Bastet released a rare giggle. "Yeah, I remember. He was raving about 'The dawn of the age: Symbiotic Monster Romance Evolution!' or something like that. Basically, he wants to know how to breed monster girls."
