Under the dense night, a female scientist in a white lab coat was bent over, rummaging through a box.
Her hair was disheveled, her complexion pale, and the mechanical hand on her left limb clicked and clacked. This was none other than the mad cybernetic scientist, Isabella.
As for her engraving pen and a bucket of animal blood, they were tossed aside as though the ritual happening at the altar had nothing to do with her.
She raised her hand, one that was covered with blue veins, holding aloft a silver mechanical orb. As she turned the sphere, it seemed as if her eyes could see nothing else.
"There's actually such a prop in this box... Perfect," she murmured, staggering to her feet and heading towards a low wall to search more boxes.
Her hand seemed stuck to the box, entirely unwilling to touch the altar.
As she approached a wall, she suddenly saw a line of blood-red characters.
These characters slowly appeared before her eyes as if a warning.
