The high-frequency hum of the vertical laser centrifuges vibrated through the reinforced lead floorboards of the cathedral of cold white light. Dahmer Lukas walked into the primary laboratory bay of the Genetic Evolution Matrix headquarters, his towering frame wrapped in a dark, sweeping coat that brushed against his ankles. He still wore his mechanical mask, but the visor had been replaced with a pitch-black, opaque dark-visor mask that completely obscured his silver eyes from the world, making his imposing silhouette look like a featureless specter of absolute authority.
In his gloved hand, Dahmer carried a tightly sealed, specialized bio-hazard bag. Inside the plastic casing lay the bedsheets that he had secretly stripped from the master bed in Freenly City just hours before—the very sheets that were completely soaked, stained, and encrusted with the thick natural fluids that the legendary King of Deviloy had spilled during his explosive release.
