The final forty-eight hours were approaching.
In Underground Lab Number One.
No one spoke; only the low hum of the Magic Array's operation could be heard.
Valerius had forgone sleep, the residue of a stimulant potion clinging to his graying beard.
He circled the incubation tank, using his Spiritual Power to repeatedly sense the operational status of the "life field."
Elvin and the members of his Mage Corps sat on their respective energy nodes, meditating with their eyes closed to maintain the stability of their Spiritual Power.
The final preparations were complete.
Armor components forged by Ola were displayed in categorized groups on the empty ground around the incubation tank, each piece gleaming with a dull luster.
Prefabricated Magic Arrays for maintaining the internal environment were stacked together, awaiting installation.
Suddenly, the incubation tank shuddered slightly.
Everyone snapped to attention.
'It's coming!'
