No. 12 Golden Oak Street. In the underground laboratory, only a single crystal wall lamp was lit.
The light enveloped a corner of the laboratory table, like a small, isolated island in the deep sea.
When Aidele pushed the door open and came in, she instantly felt a sense of relief wash over her.
She took off her deep purple wizard robe and casually draped it over the back of a chair, her movements weary.
"The Elder Council's mediation... has stabilized things for now."
She walked over to the opposite side of the lab table and sat down, her fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on its surface.
Ian opened his eyes, emerging from his meditation. Gaga, perched on his shoulder, tilted its head, its silver-gray pupils shimmering faintly in the shadows.
"You have two years. What's your plan?"
'This concerns my future cultivation plans. It would be best if it doesn't take up too much of my time.'
