"Anyway, here," Heena said, dismissing the cosmic artifact with a wave of her hand. "Put it in a containment glass. No, actually, you know what? Leave it under the jurisdiction of the Transmigration Bureau. Hand it over to upper management when we disconnect. They love hoarding things like this, and they'll put it to better use."
"Understood, Host," the System said solemnly. A small, digital glass vial materialized in the air, cleanly absorbing the red orb before vanishing into the System's inventory.
With the anomaly secured and the weight of the mission finally lifted, Heena leaned her head back against the carriage wall. The dull throb at her temple spiked, a sharp, warning needle of pain breaking through the Vitality Booster's fading shield. Time was running out.
She turned her head toward the front wooden partition.
