Imperial Capital, Master Gossay's private research tower.
Underground chamber, single room.
"A strange ceiling."
Ian opened his eyes, awakening from a brief rest.
The mild sensor light on the ceiling dimmed as he gazed at it directly, only to brighten once he shifted his gaze, allowing clear visibility throughout the room.
Apart from this rather advanced intelligent lighting system, the single room in Master Gossay's private laboratory was actually quite spartan.
The room contained only a table, a bed, and an adjoining washroom, devoid of anything else, not even a nightstand for placing items.
Clearly, none of the people who stayed here had personal lives in mind; this was merely a place for sleeping and resting, with work in the laboratory awaited upon awakening.
Ian didn't mind this design; he even felt a sense of familiarity.
Moreover, he hadn't really been unconscious for several days, only now coming to.
Ian was merely putting on an act.