Chapter 446
Morgan Manor's underground laboratory was blindingly bright.
Hela was brought to the center of the laboratory, silver handcuffs locked around her wrists, reflecting a cold gleam beneath the white lights.
Her green eyes swept over the unfamiliar space—the complex devices flashing with data and images, the testing instruments and culture dishes she could not understand, the energy cores giving off a faint glow.
Her battle suit had been damaged in many places during the earlier fight, but by her own will, the cracks in it were slowly repairing themselves. Black energy gave off a faint, breathing-like glow as it restored the suit.
2B stood to her left, her Miao Saber at her waist and her arms folded across her chest. Her silver-white pupils remained fixed on Hela's every movement.
Wanda stood to her right, red Chaos Magic dancing at her fingertips, ready to suppress any resistance from Hela at the first moment.
Alice stood at the laboratory entrance. Her consciousness was already linked to the energy field of the entire manor; if Hela made any suspicious move, she could turn the whole laboratory into a cage within a second.
Android 18 was not there. She did not like basements and preferred stargazing on the terrace. Tifa and Nymph were upstairs, continuing to bake the second batch of cookies in the kitchen, because Nymph had already finished the first.
Loren entered from the other end of the laboratory.
He wore no combat gear, only a dark shirt and trousers. His black hair carried a soft sheen beneath the white lights, while his gray eyes were as calm as two panes of frosted glass.
He stopped less than two meters in front of Hela and looked at her.
Hela looked back at him.
Green eyes met gray ones.
"You're Loren