Cyril, who was only as tall as Sky Scar's chest, puffed himself up and said, "As a Special Class Researcher, I do have the privilege. Come with me." Without further ado, he dragged Sky Scar onto the sonic elevator. Once inside, Cyril did not press the floor number. Instead, he extended his chubby hand, gently tapping an inconspicuous spot on the elevator. A white glow flashed across his hand.
A soft voice sounded, "Fingerprint identification confirmed." A metal protrusion appeared on the originally sealed metal wall of the elevator. Cyril pressed on it, and a small metal eyeshade instantaneously fell over his head. Simultaneously, a small keyboard popped up on his right. Cyril's clumsy-looking hands were nimble on the keyboard, pressing hundreds of buttons in just a few seconds.