Vincent arrived as the sun reached its zenith, his customary black attire a stark contrast to the bright morning light flooding Eleanor's workshop. The vampire lord moved with calculated grace, his ancient eyes taking in every detail of the room – from the scattered tools on her workbench to the quietly humming quantum reflection array.
"Your message said it was urgent," he said, closing the door behind him with deliberate slowness. "Though I must admit, I didn't expect to be summoned to your personal workshop." His gaze lingered on the Crystal egg's hiding place, though Eleanor knew he couldn't possibly see through its quantum-dampening shield.