The administrative wing of the Slatemark facility buzzed with nervous energy as I reviewed the files Deputy Commander Sereth had provided. Each document was more disturbing than the last—clinical reports detailing the creation and development of what they called "Project Genesis," the Red Chalice Cult's attempt to cultivate their own supreme-tier combatant.
"The other major cults each possess young talents of extraordinary potential," I read aloud from one particular report, keeping my voice carefully neutral for Reika's benefit.
Cordelia sat across from me in our temporary office, her purple Bishop robes arranged carefully as she maintained the illusion of reviewing regional intelligence reports. To anyone observing, we appeared to be conducting routine administrative work. In reality, we were piecing together the full scope of what this facility represented.
