บท 858: Theory

Seems like the structure of this thing isn't purely biological," I muttered, eyes narrowing as they remained glued to the sample beneath the microscope's lens.

The Blue Sun, standing nearby with her usual composed demeanor, cocked her head slightly, unimpressed. "What does that even mean? You always use words only you understand." Her voice carried that hint of impatience I'd grown accustomed to.

"My apologies," I said, straightening my posture, the soft glow of the lab's overhead lighting casting elongated shadows across the sterile surface of the table. "The First Born's body, as you can see, isn't entirely natural." I motioned toward the digital display where a three-dimensional rendering of the First Born's cellular structure slowly rotated.

Tao Yang, who had been silently observing from across the lab, chimed in, her tone matter-of-fact. "Didn't I already tell you? It's born from the theft of the Heavenly Law. It's far from natural."