His moon all seeing eye gleamed even brighter as he made his ether surge.
All sorts of formal combinations flowing through his mind.
He saw a combination that stood out in his thoughts, one he'd hope it wouldn't have to come to
Claus reached into a worn, reinforced duffel bag that had been prepared for him in advance. He pulled out several vials—each marked with faded, classified labels—and a strange, black metal collar device with a blue and gold crystal at its center.
The moment the chemicals left the bag, the scientist beyond the windows spoke out in shock.
"What the hell is he doing!?"
"He's going to kill himself!"
"That's against Union laws!" a senior researcher bellowed, slamming his fist against the reinforced glass.
Claus barely spared them a glance.
