Ty and the Demon King walked through double black doors marked with red symbols and entered a room where reality bent at the edges.
Inside, a girl was engrossed in her work.
She wore glasses and a distinctive white trench coat, accented by lime green lines that ran down its edges, giving her a sharp lab-ready look. Her fingers tapped over a floating keyboard, filling the room with clicks and clacks.
Thin bands of light moved across the ceiling, pausing over jars, tools, and diagrams pinned in the air. Ty had seen magic before, but this room treated magic like machinery waiting to be repaired.
Small glass plates hovered over one workbench, each holding a frozen spark inside. A low hum rolled under the floor, steady enough that Ty felt it through his bones.
"Good to see you keeping yourself busy, Kirana," the Demon King remarked with a hint of admiration. "Your adaptability has always been astonishing since you arrived here so long ago."
