His bony fingers unpacked the contents of his bag with surgical precision. The diagnostic crystal was set on a stone pedestal at roughly shoulder height.
The measuring instruments were arranged on a portable workbench. Needles in a sterile row, graduated cylinders positioned to catch liquids with exact precision.
The vial of Jack's blood he held before him, examining it against the ambient library light.
Even through the sealed container, the blood's presence was oppressive.
The air around it seemed to thicken. The mana in the immediate vicinity began to flicker.
Not in a chaotic way, but as though the library itself was reacting to the introduction of something that did not belong, something that carried more authority than the entire structure combined.
Loryn's flame eyes burned a bright orange as his understanding crystallized.
He was going to create an authority pulse. Not a command, not a request, but a biological announcement that the Master had granted access.
