No ethics council raising their hands and saying, "But what if this is morally questionable?" right when the experiment started to get interesting.
No fears about taboo magic when he mixed necromancy, insects, and arcane engineering in ways that made normal scholars pale.
Just pure science.
They wrote, in a line that glowed faintly brighter than the others as he read it:
We know who you are, Mikhailis Volkov. A man of science. How has a mind like yours stayed in a forest kingdom that fears what it cannot bless? Come to those who worship progress, not bloodlines.
He stared at that line for a long time.
The forest around him felt even quieter.
