"Initiate Scan Module! Begin comprehensive evaluation protocol!"
Thud!
The entire room seed to flinch, its surfaces trembling as advanced chanisms awoke.
The bed where Leo was lying began to shift beneath him, the soft mattress morphing, chanical panels sliding open with a faint hiss.
Gradually, the bed descended, cradling Leo with precision, moving his body with the utmost care into a fully transparent cylindrical scanner.
Cold blue light glinted along the edges as several multi-jointed robotic arms erged from the ceiling. With almost surgical precision, they deftly unclasped and removed Leo’s clothing, layer by layer, leaving him lying exposed, his breathing slow and even, deep in sleep.
He was now stretched out on the scanner bed, completely vulnerable, as the automated system calibrated itself around his form.
The room’s appearance shifted in an instant, transforming from a simple bedroom into a chamber of advanced technology and otherworldly machinery.
Digital screens and holographic controls flickered into existence, displaying endless columns of data and glowing anatomical diagrams. Complex equipnt—sonic resonance probes, magnetic resonance scanners, and arrays of high-frequency biosensors—shifted into position, each instrunt locking into its designated place.
Azrael strode towards the central command chair, her posture firm, eyes locked onto the swirling displays. As she approached, the holographic screens and input panels seed to reconfigure themselves, creating a seamless interface before her seat.
She spoke, "Subject: Leo. Full-body diagnostic scan. I want detailed reports on all major organ systems—cardiovascular, pulmonary, hepatic, renal, and neural networks. Flag any irregularities in systemic function or deviations in cranial activity. Prioritise detection of intracranial lesions, neurotrauma, microbleeds, or infarcts. Do not, under any circumstances, disturb or awaken the subject during the procedure."
She eased into the chair, exhaling a tense breath.
Azrael’s grip tightened until her knuckles whitened.
"Are you fucking with ?! How in the world is he normal?!" Her voice cracked with a mixture of rage and disbelief as she slamd her fist against the console, causing the cigarette ash to scatter across the controls. She snatched another cigarette, her hands almost shaking as she lit it with a sharp snap, taking a furious drag. Smoke curled around her face as she pressed her forehead, eyes squeezed shut in frustration.
"What happened to him?... Leo lost his mories, just as he ntioned... but he never spoke about this—about inhaling mana directly.
How is that even possible? No living being was capable of doing it!! Fuck!!
What have you done to my son, you bastard!" she spat.
Her teeth ground together as she roared, "Run the full diagnostic protocol again and again! Triple the sensitivity of every parater—molecular, epigenetic, quantum! I want every single result cross-examined and validated. Do not wake him! I need answers!"
The scanners resud their work, cycling through even more sophisticated modes—positron emission tomography, ultra-high field MRI, nanoscopic cellular analysis. The room thrumd with the low hum of machinery, every surface alive with streaming data.
Azrael paced the room in agitated circles, the cigarette burning forgotten between her fingers. Her jaw clenched, her gaze locked on Leo’s unconscious form.
"The correlation between the Blood Grail Moon and him losing his mories... it can’t be a coincidence. Soone must have manipulated his body, his mind.
Why drag him into this accursed war?
Why force a child into Eden’s sches?
I should’ve realised when Eden’s administration ignored the school disaster, when they didn’t even react to the destruction of the forest.
Damn it! I ca too late!"
Her hand shook as she drew another sharp breath, veins bulging on her forehead.
"My son got pulled into this ss, and I didn’t see it coming until now... fucking bastards!"
She whirled, voice trembling with both accusation and pain.
"What did you hope to accomplish with all this?
Was he ant to be a replacent?
Is that why you vanished from his life?
Is this why you made pretend everything was normal? Answer , damn you!"
Arrgh!
Azrael clutched her head, her face contorting with confusion and fury. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, madness threatening to break through the mask of composure.
"Even sealing Raphael’s mories... what the hell have you planned?
What did you do to my family?!"
Just then,
Azrael flinched, instantly snapping to full attention. She rushed to the console, her heart racing as the red alarm strobed across the main display. "What is it?" Her voice trembled with a strange mix of hope and dread, her eyes wide as she leaned in.
The monitors projected a high-resolution scan—an internal image of Leo’s body, but not the flesh or organs.... This was a direct visualisation of his entire skeletal system, the bones highlighted in stark detail.
"What?" Her brow furrowed in confusion; at first glance, the skeletal structure appeared intact—no fractures, no density loss, no visible lesions. She scanned for any signs of osteolytic or sclerotic changes, but found none.
Azrael’s frown deepened. "Radiation? From bones?" she muttered, shaking her head. She had never heard of living bone tissue emitting unknown radiation. It only occurred in rare, post-mortem circumstances—radioisotope accumulation, maybe certain experintal treatnts, but never in a living subject.
Azrael hesitated, glancing at Leo’s still form. "Do it... but make absolutely certain you do not harm him. I want minimal invasion, no unnecessary pain or trauma," she ordered, her voice tight with worry.
Imdiately, a slender robotic arm deployed from the ceiling, equipped with an ultrafine biopsy drill—so small, the bit was nearly as thin as a human hair. The arm angled toward Leo’s head, targeting the parietal bone for a core sample.
"No. Use his thumb," Azrael interjected sharply, "Do the sampling at the distal phalanx. He’ll recover from that more easily. Not the skull."
"I know. And do what I say," Azrael replied, voice cold as steel.
The robotic arm paused, then smoothly redirected to Leo’s right hand. With careful calibration, it positioned itself over his thumb, aligning to the precise anatomical coordinates. Slowly, it began to drill, the bit whisper-quiet as it penetrated the epidermis and entered the bone. Azrael squeezed her eyes shut, her lips trembling at the sight of the crimson bead of blood forming and trailing down Leo’s pale skin. For a mont, she felt the ache as if the drill was burrowing into her own hand.
Suddenly,
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