It was the live feed for the laboratory currently occupied by The Panacea.
However, the camera had long been thoroughly obstructed by a thick black cloth draped over the lens. Nothing was visible.
No matter how they adjusted the angles or toggled the equipment, all they got was a blur of shifting shadows.
It was impossible to decipher what she was actually doing inside.
Director Kaelen braced both hands against the edge of the control console, staring unblinkingly at the obscured screen.
Even though there was nothing to see, he didn't dare look away.
For some reason, the moment he averted his gaze, the ominous dread pooling in his gut only grew heavier.
Especially since...
...it was absolute chaos out there.
Without any clear explanation, a relentless wave of commotion kept erupting from the cargo hold.
He had initially assumed the security crew would have it under control in minutes.
Instead, the situation had escalated into a full-blown frenzy.
The Predator’s Den, The Merchant’s Quarter—even the elite VIPs who had been sitting quietly in the night auction—were sending their proxies to dig for information.
Everyone was whispering about the exact same thing.
—That deep within the bowels of Project Zero-Transit, there was a special piece of cargo far more valuable than the night's grand finale.
The entirety of Project Zero-Transit seemed to have plunged into unprecedented anarchy over this mythical prize.
Yet, The Panacea's laboratory remained deathly still, utterly devoid of activity.
It was as if...
...the room was completely empty.
Kaelen glared at the monitor and checked the time, his complexion worsening by the second as a suffocating wave of despair washed over him.
He didn't know why, but his gut was screaming at him.

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