The sharp click of red heels against the polished steel floor echoed through the sterile, dimly lit lab as the woman shifted her weight on the table. Her legs, crossed with practiced elegance in a tight pencil skirt, exuded power and allure. She clicked her tongue in disappointment, her manicured fingers absentmindedly twirling a lock of her sleek, dark hair. Her crimson lips curled into a sneer.
"He died just like that?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Useless."
Before her, a massive hologram projected the brutal fight between Lycus and the man-made hybrid—a grotesque fusion of flesh and machine. Lycus, his eyes cold with calculated precision, had just released his grip from the monster’s neck, letting the abomination’s body collapse to the ground in a lifeless heap. The
