Royal Dominion's Lab Room
Kian Hall stretched like a cat who'd been glued to a chair for way too long, his shoulders cracking as the glow of the monitor reflected off his tired, slightly irritated face.
"I've almost got it," Kian muttered, eyes glued to the screen. "Just a few more tweaks to the mana density fluctuations and the anomaly map will finally make sense. If we mess this up, half the expedition might fall into a spatial blender."
The sound of footsteps interrupted his concentration, and he glanced up to see Dexter.
"Still stuck?" Dexter asked cheerfully, peeking at the screen. "Why don't you just dump that on the analysts downstairs?"
Kian scoffed so hard his chair creaked. "Please. I just need to solve one last equation. Besides, I don't trust them to handle this."
