Meanwhile, in Eclipse's room…
The space was tidier than usual—though "tidy" was a relative term when it came to someone like him.
His alchemy equipment had been pushed haphazardly to one side of the desk, bottles and vials stacked precariously atop each other as though unsure whether they belonged there or not.
The faint scent of sulfur lingered in the air, mingling with the musky aroma of old books scattered across the floor.
It wasn't exactly organized chaos but more like reluctant order, a compromise between his need for functionality and his utter disregard for aesthetics.
In the center of this makeshift laboratory, the slime sat—or rather, flopped—in her current form: a fish wriggling pathetically on the wooden floorboards.
"Splosh, splosh..." she said.
Her wide, unblinking eyes stared up at Eclipse, who stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and mild curiosity.
