An assistant dragged the body away, leaving a wet trail on the ground.
Another assistant came with a bucket and mop to clean the filth off the stone slabs.
The smell of rust filled the air.
No one in the large, circular hall dared to make a sound.
The twenty-some remaining bandits watched helplessly, holding their breath, terrified they would be next.
"Continue."
The assistants immediately grabbed a bandit who was closest to the experimental table. The man's legs went soft, and he was practically dragged over.
"No... don't... I'll do anything... I beg you..."
His pleas earned him no pity.
Valerius picked up another crystal beaker. The purple liquid inside was a deeper shade than the last one, its concentration higher.
"Experiment 002. Culture fluid concentration doubled."
An assistant silently recorded the details nearby, the quill pen scratching across a sheet of parchment.
The same procedure, the same brutal force-feeding.
