The night was deep and quiet, and most of the facilities at the observation station had entered a low activity state.
The living structures slowly retracted their tentacles, emitting a gentle breathing sound like that of a baby.
Occasionally, a few eyeball-like monitoring organs would protrude from the walls.
Lazily scanning the corridors, ensuring that everything was safe, then retracting back into the stone walls.
Ron sat alone in the center of the laboratory, the magic crystal lamp on the table emitting a soft blue light.
In front of him, two memory crystals of different shapes lay quietly on silk cushions.
One of them (shaped like a light green leaf) had already been analyzed by him, gaining precious information about the ecology of the Twisted Jungle.
How those trees of flesh and blood devour life energy, how those malformed flowers spread spiritual toxins...
All this knowledge had been calmly recorded by him, integrated into his own research files.
