After the girl left, the scene within the operating room returned to normal. Several physicians exchanged glances with each other, shrugged as if they hadn't noticed anything, and continued observing the boy's amygdala data.
Little did they know, Ning Yi on the operating table had already changed his expression.
As night descended, a pitch-black Titan was submerged in cooling liquid, and several researchers hurriedly walked through the lab. One male stopped before the massive alchemical cooling tank, revealing a thoughtful expression.
"What's the matter, Krollev?"
His colleague came over and patted him on the shoulder.
"You've surely heard that saying: when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back into you," the man said.
"Why say that all of a sudden?"
"It's watching me."
The colleague frowned at this perplexing reply.
"We've injected it with an excess of sedatives. Except during combat, it doesn't need to awaken as a vessel. It only needs to maintain hatred."
