CRATER’S POV
The metal clanging from the dungeon is like music into my ears, they are feed now, and yes, they should be!
Their body, their vessel should be prepared and capable to handle the strong viral potion.
Then, my blood is racing into my veins, full of inspiration as I am smelling victory in my hands. Working in front of my laboratory table is not new to me, working late is not new to me, the only new things are the new location and the new setup.
Humming the musical notes of my favorite Opera singer, Luciano Pavarotti’s “Nessun Dorma” added the vibes of victory in me, Pavarotti’s tenor voice bouncing at the white-cold tiles on the walls of my laboratory room.
My eyes looking at the microscope, adjusting the lens with my fingers to get the focus on the live cells of the cultured virus from insects and poisonous animals that I have ordered from a nearby secret company named “Bacterium en Vir”.