Gaga perched on his shoulder, its small eyes warily surveying the surroundings.
At the end of the steps was a heavy wooden door.
He pushed the door open, and the scene before him opened up.
It was an underground laboratory of about fifty square meters.
In the center was a wide, black stone laboratory table, on which various apparatuses were placed: crucibles, flasks, distillation equipment, a grinding mortar...
Lining both walls were rows of storage cabinets, with labels on the doors indicating the names of the materials inside.
In a corner, there was a small Energy Furnace. The fire had been extinguished, but scorch marks remained on its walls.
Ian walked to the lab table and ran his hand over the surface.
It was cool to the touch, and there was no dust.
Old Finn had clearly been taking care of this place. Although the equipment was old, it was all still in usable condition.
He opened the storage cabinets and inspected the materials inside one by one.
