The laboratory lay beneath the massive and stern Control Center, its iron tendrils spread out like branches and leaves, enveloping the Sky Dome within and slicing the pale light into irregular shapes.
Only the sharpest beams of light pierced through those outstretched mechanisms, falling into the air as if wanting to shred the entire world like a Sword Blade.
Below the burgeoning metal seed, the Great Grandmaster bathed in the faint light and, without turning his head, asked, "They've gone."
"Yes."
The Director of Affairs inside the protective suit nodded in agreement. "Their capacity to act is exceptional as always, which truly makes us old folks feel somewhat ashamed... but, is it really okay not to tell him anything at all?"
The Great Grandmaster remained silent.
After a long while, for some unknown reason, he suddenly chuckled.
"It wouldn't make any difference," the Great Grandmaster said. "He... is too young."
