Nack smiled as he looked at Tyberos and the others, who remained calm and raised no objections. Without a sound, he moved his hand away from the hilt of the Flame Sword at his waist, then said:
"All right, everyone, the security procedures have been successfully completed. Now, let me lead you into the real laboratory you've been looking forward to."
With that, Nack extended a finger and casually tapped the air several times, as though playing a silent melody.
In an instant, the previously quiet teleportation platform erupted with an intense, blinding white light, like lightning tearing through the night sky, making it nearly impossible to keep their eyes open.
Accompanied by a sharp whoosh, everyone, including Nack, vanished from the spacious, brightly lit hall in the blink of an eye.
When Tyberos and the others gradually recovered from the brief but violent dizziness, they found themselves in an entirely unfamiliar environment—a vast hall as white as snow.
The surrounding walls were smooth as mirrors, while the floor resembled a level sheet of ice, radiating a faint chill.
Nack stood there quietly, patiently waiting for the Astartes to recover from their dizziness. Once he saw everyone's eyes refocus, he spoke again:
"Now that you have shaken off the dizziness, please stay close behind me!"
Hearing this, Tyberos nodded slightly, a polite smile appearing on his face. He then said to Nack courteously, "Then we'll have to trouble you to lead the way."
With the important augmentation surgery imminent, Tyberos's entire demeanor had subtly changed, making him more courteous than usual.
Seeing this, Nack's lips curved upward slightly. He tilted his head at the group to signal them to follow, then turned without hesitation and headed toward the tightly sealed door in the distance.
The others did not dare delay