[Mamveth's POV]
Far beneath one of the western towers of the Demon Lord Castle was a chamber unlike anything else within the fortress.
The place was strangely clean. No bones had been left scattered across the floor, and the stone walls were free of the old blood and filth that seemed almost unavoidable elsewhere in the castle. Even the usual sight of monsters hanging from rusted chains was nowhere to be found.
Long black tables occupied most of the room, arranged neatly with barely a thing out of place. Strange instruments covered the surfaces, each arranged with great care.
At a glance, the chamber could have passed for the laboratory of some deranged mortal scholar.
Though, that impression did not last long.
Glass containers crowded the shelves along the walls, their contents suspended in cloudy liquid. Preserved organs rested beside severed eyes and pieces of misshapen flesh, while several hearts continued to beat faintly inside their jars.
