The room she had carved into the bedrock beneath the chemistry dome was not all that large. The smaller the volume, the easier it was to saturate with rituals that overlapped to keep anti-essence, anti-spirit, and even physical energy suppressive fields operating at a proper level. Something that was required because a certain research assistant had soundly refused to wear the manacles while giving birth.
'It would have been such an elegant solution. Bite down on the medallion I already gave her, and then use the shackles. But no!'
