Back at the Dominion Sanctum the moon hung high in the sky, casting its mesmerizing silvery glow over the estate, it felt like stepping into a painting,a perfect picture of tranquility.
Arthur reclined on his bed, which floated three feet above the polished obsidian floor, held aloft by silent magnetic cores that defied gravity.
The sheets draped over him were woven from deep blue synth-silk, absorbing every hint of light around them.
His cold blue eyes fixated on a holographic screen suspended in mid-air.
On repeat, a haunting image played: a circle burned into the earth,a perfect crater where once a lab had thrived.
Steam curled up from its edges as light glinted off the glassy soil, revealing a void carved with surgical precision.
Evolon's voice cut through the silence, smooth and toneless.
