[Chapter Thirty-six]

Ting

A soft sound pierced through the soft buzzing of the machines in the room. The usually unlit bulb on top of the door, shined a bright shade of red as a man in his late prime walked through it. His gaze landing on the two cylindrical containers, a lopsided smile graced his lips as the objects inside moved slightly within the liquid. ‘It’s nearing completion’, he thought.