A few months later.
The constant temperature purification system in the laboratory is at full load but still cannot draw out the incessant heat being released internally.
Scattered on the ground are countless abandoned plans, and the Rune Array on the wall is slightly warm from running continuously for too long, humming softly.
Jeming and Viola stand in front of the lab bench, their eyes red like rabbits, their faces showing a layer of unhealthy grayish color.
Finally, Jeming completed the last surgery.
His fingers moved away from the surface of the nest, and he sat down heavily in the chair behind him, which creaked under the weight.
Next to him, Viola was even more dramatic, lying directly on the ground with her limbs spread out like a dried salted fish.
"Finally...completed..." Her voice floated up from the floor, exhausted.
Jeming leaned against the back of the chair, looking up at the ceiling, unable to muster the strength to speak.
