He had known, truly, he had been warned.
Freddie had told him enough to prepare him for what AL-TECH truly was.
Blake even partially saw it with his own eyes.
Now, standing before countless glass capsules stretching farther than his eyes could follow, he realized there was no such thing as preparing for something like this.
Hearing about it, and seeing it with his own eyes... they were two completely different things.
Blake's hand shot over his mouth.
His entire body trembled uncontrollably as he finally forced himself to close his eyes.
His breathing became ragged.
One shaky inhale.
Another.
His chest refused to expand properly.
The images remained burned into the inside of his eyelids.
The floating bodies, the glowing blue liquid, the endless rows of capsules.
He couldn't escape them.
A dry gag escaped his throat.
His stomach twisted violently.
He bent forward, coughing, one hand pressed against his abdomen as another wave of nausea rolled through him.
