The mahogany doors of the primary examination chamber clicked shut, completely sealing out the frantic murmurs of the plaza. The room was spacious, clinical, and pristine, lit by soft spiritual lamps that cast a warm glow over the interior. At the center stood a single, reinforced obsidian medical table. Behind it, a massive, towering oak display shelf held thousands of tightly packed crystal vials, each filled with the glowing, vibrant purple fluid of Ethan's unique Tiger's Storm elixir.
Ethan walked smoothly toward the instrument tray, his large hands reaching into his crimson sleeves.
'Crul, initiate the primary anatomical analysis,' Ethan commanded inwardly.
[Heh, right away, kid,] Crul's ancient, amused voice echoed directly in his consciousness. [Let's see what kind of mess these local alchemists managed to completely give up on.]
