In a room lit by a few mana stones, Aeshma stood before a series of transparent capsules where unfinished humanoid forms floated, homunculi with still blurry features. In her slender hands, she manipulated a pearly flame, a fire that changed color with each pulse, shifting from opal to dark violet before turning to emerald green. It was a pure essence, an energy frequency that seemed to possess its own will. With a precise gesture, she injected a spark of this flame into the circulatory system of one of the gestating bodies, causing a nervous twitch in the artificial flesh.
The sharp sound of a massive door pivoting on its metal hinges broke the silence of the room. Lucifer entered the space, his boots clicking on the floor. His eyes immediately settled on Aeshma's work. He stopped a few steps away from her, his hands in the pockets of his black coat.
