A day later, the group entered the Origin Association under Velin's lead.
A vast, brightly lit space opened up before them.
The floor was made of flat gray rock, and the walls were polished until they were perfectly smooth.
Dozens of glowing Crystal Stones were embedded in fixed recesses in the ceiling, casting a uniform white light.
There was no strange smell of potions in the air, only a faint, cool, and dry scent.
Long metal tables were arranged in neat rows, laden with various glass vessels and metal instruments they had never seen before.
Everything exuded a profound sense of order.
Ola Stonebeard's pace faltered for a moment. His eyes, accustomed to dim taverns and battlefields, struggled to adjust to the bright white light.
The place felt alien to him, even a little unsettling.
"Welcome to my laboratory." Velin's voice was exceptionally clear in the vast space.
