Valerius
The command center of the underground facility hummed with quiet efficiency, banks of monitors displaying everything from facility security to ongoing research projects. Lord Valerius Ravencrest stood before the central display, reviewing the day’s progress with the cold satisfaction of a man whose plans were finally reaching fruition.
“Subject One’s vitals have stabilized,” Dr. Kellner reported, approaching with her ever-present tablet. “Though I’m still concerned about the fetal distress indicators.”
“Concerns are noted and dismissed,” Valerius replied without looking away from the monitors. “The pregnancy serves the research, not the reverse. If complications arise, we simply adjust our timeline.”
“Sir, premature delivery at this stage would be extremely risky for both moth
