Lab

Vell's darkness pulled back sharply as Yenna crashed into him, both of them tumbling across the warehouse floor. Through the swirling corruption in his vision, he caught a glimpse of their attacker - a figure wrapped in white robes, face hidden behind an ornate mask.

"Now this is disappointing," the masked figure said, voice carrying an artificial echo. "All that power, and you're still playing with insects." They gestured at the woman in the white coat, who now lay unconscious in a heap.

Vell helped Yenna to her feet, noting the angry red mark on her face. Few could land a hit on her - this one was different.

[Warning, warning, warning]

"Let me guess," Vell said, the corruption within him still burning for release. "You're the one actually pulling the strings?"