The research lab of Vaingall was a maelstrom of controlled chaos.
At the center of the chamber, Kivas, Samael, and Oizys stood before a prototype vessel meant to be the Living Dark Matter, their expressions a mix of awe and unease.
The object before them defied expectation, as in their expectation of what should be a proper presentation of the Living Dark Matter product.
Instead of a stable and malleable blob that could be programmed to shaped into useful tools, the thing in front of them was a writhing, ever-shifting geometrical mass of pure black, its surface outlined by pulsating white lines that shook violently, like a synthwave grid caught in a storm.
Encased in a shimmering sphere of Samael's space-manipulation spell concoction and Kivas's divine miracles, it hovered, radiating a dangerous energy that seemed to warp the air around it.
