As the adventurers pushed deeper into the laboratory, a sense of foreboding enveloped the air like a thick fog. The final room awaited them, a chamber that had clearly once been a hub of dark experimentation. Broken glass tubes littered the floor, their shards glinting like malevolent stars amidst the wreckage. Inside the remnants of those shattered tubes lay the remains of failed creations—twisted and deformed monstrosities that told tales of unspeakable horrors.
The air was heavy with the stench of decay and death, a nauseating miasma that clung to their skin and made their stomachs churn. Saeko wrinkled her nose, scanning the room with narrowed eyes, her instincts on high alert. The remnants of the Black Mage's experiments loomed as grim reminders of the power they were up against.
