The atmosphere inside the command bridge of the flagship was dead silent, the heavy air thick with anticipation as the elite leaders gathered around the central table.
"That toxin running through their pathways is an exceptionally strange, high-tier poison," Ethan began, his gravelly voice carrying an clinical weight that instantly drew every eye in the room. "In reality, it should be physically impossible to manufacture or synthesize an agent of that specific caliber within this frontier sector."
The Vice Sect Leader narrowed his eyes, leaning forward against the runic terminal. "Why exactly do you calculate that to be the case, Master Ethan?"
