Nioh froze.
"Shit."
Akron burst out laughing, the sound bouncing off the stone walls.
"I said the same thing — shit!"
"But it's not just any dragon," he continued, scrolling through the file.
"An ancient one. Woken up by the recent leyline disturbances. Third-years have been avoiding it for months. No one wants to get near it unless they're desperate."
"And Magnus thinks we're desperate?"
"Magnus thinks we're crazy," He said with a wink. "And he's right."
Nioh studied the holo-screen. The beast's skeletal structure alone was the size of a small village.
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Steel pipes ran through the ceiling, softly humming. Arcane glass vials pulsed with bioluminescent fluid on the back wall, and a long table in the center was covered in tools, parts, enchanted metals, and about three different cups of unfinished tea. The heart of the lab, though, was the holoprojector—an old but highly modified core that could simulate real-world biocore signatures.
