Ixion floated to the Nameless King's laboratory. He drifted through the alloy-reinforced walls, appearing once again where the bodies for Project Miasma were being stored in liquid-filled glass vats.
'He found two others, it seems.'
Three of the tubes were much different than the rest, for their identifiers had been directly written on them.
One was the long-haired pale boy he'd seen the first time. On the glass in bold black ink was marked: Mias-001
Beside him, the two new ones were a woman and an older man. Just like the young boy, the two possessed souls that bordered on the ephemeral. Like one tug the wrong way, and they'd simply lose connection to their vessel.
On each of their tubes were markings reading: Mias-002; Mias-003
"Welcome, Ixion."
A deep, low voice growled from behind his soul.
'Argh! Fuck!'
