Qin Chuan wasted no words.
He simply raised a hand and gently closed it over the empty floor of the conference room.
In an instant, the alloy floor beneath his feet silently dissolved, replaced by pure darkness.
That darkness was not empty. It was a thick energy that seemed almost solid.
It spread rapidly, swallowing the walls, the ceiling, and everything else in the conference room.
In the blink of an eye, everyone found themselves in a boundless domain of shadow.
There was no up or down, left or right here—only absolute silence and Shadow Energy obedient to Qin Chuan's will.
"Build a platform around me."
Qin Chuan's voice echoed through the domain.
At his words, the Shadow Energy beneath their feet surged violently and condensed into a vast, level platform of Black Crystal.
Walls of Shadow Energy rose along the platform's edges, forming an enclosed barrier.
More Shadow Energy gathered next, forming several strangely shaped restraints and energy conduits at the platform's center.
A temporary laboratory built entirely from Shadow Power took shape in barely a dozen seconds.
"Let's begin." Qin Chuan turned to Season Star.
Season Star nodded, and the blue glow of her data visor brightened sharply.
"Phase one: law disassembly. Target: the God of Storms' Lesser Godhead. Requirements: extract the Haste Authority and remove the lingering echo of his frenzied will."
As she spoke, a projection of an extraordinarily complex three-dimensional schematic, formed from pure data streams, wrapped around a model of the Storm Godhead.
Qin Chuan beckoned, and the blue-green Godhead on the table flew into his palm.
He could feel the violent power within it, along with a trace of its former owner's resentment.
"Night Cherry Tangle, step forward," Season Star instructed.
Night Cherry Tangle walked without hesitation to a restraint at the center