"Show me the product."
Isabelle didn't blink. The holographic interface surrounding her pulsed with a soft, rhythmic blue light, casting long, sterile shadows against the rotting wallpaper of the foyer. The two Obsidian Golems behind her remained motionless, but the heat radiating from their magma cores made the air shimmer. It smelled of sulfur and expensive perfume.
Victor wiped a bead of sweat from his eyebrow before it could drip into his eye. His stomach gave a violent lurch. The sentient potato mash he had consumed earlier was not digesting; it was protesting. He could feel a distinct, rhythmic kicking against his diaphragm, accompanied by the phantom sensation of a goblin giggling.
"The product," Victor repeated. He stalled, his mind racing through the inventory of his life. He h
