Bab 22: LABS UNDER DEATH'S DOOR

In the deepest recesses of clandestine history, a long-lost secret lab lay shrouded in a sinister pall. Its very existence whispered of malevolence and unspeakable atrocities, a grim testament to the depravity of human ambition. 

As Royce and the others treaded through the ruins, the air itself seemed to recoil in horror. The cold metal walls, once gleaming with sterile precision, now bore scars of violence and destruction. Ancient bloodstains adorned the cracked flooring, mute reminders of lives tragically sacrificed in the pursuit of forbidden knowledge.

In this macabre theater of twisted science, the remnants of diabolical machinery taunted the curious eye. Banks of whirring computers, their monitors shattered and flickering with fractured images, stood as ghostly sentinels of a forgotten era. Broken vials and shattered containment chambers, once home to inhuman experiments, littered the laboratory floor, their contents long evaporated or absorbed into the ether.