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Project Adagium didn’t like early morning tests. They weren’t as bad as when the doctor took samples, but he didn’t like getting less sleep either. This one was basic, hit daemons with magic. But somewhere in the middle of it something went odd. Energy started pouring out from the central chamber, not created by himself, and judging from Verstael’s screams to secure the “ruby weapon” not created by the scientist either.
The change from routine scared the little boy, and lighting crawled up his arms defensively as the energy kept expanding until it enveloped him. It pulled at him like a black hole, lighting blinding him and energy roaring in his ears. Thankfully the sensation went away clearly, but he didn’t feel better as he blinked the spots out if his eyes.
He was still in a lab, but it was not the one he spent all five years of his life in. Unlike the stark white of Verstael’s lab, this one was darkly illuminated in shades of red. Less like a hospital and more like the lair of some horrible beast. He could make out figures as well when his lighting dissipated against the glass wall he’d fired it at. All of them dressed in red with strange hair and goggles, and a large man in the center whose lenses seemed to dig into his skull.
“Where am I?” He asked finally, a little fireball held steady in his hands like a security blanket.