Chapter 57: A Powerful New Troop
Inside the castle, Ambrose gazed at a collection of bones soaking in a nutrient solution and nodded in satisfaction.
The bone-proliferation virus had been perfectly infused into the bones. Once the soaking process was complete, they would be capable of long-term repair and continuous growth.
"Well done," Ambrose said. "You're close to being qualified to run a laboratory on your own."
The praise brought Isabel no joy at all. Dark circles hung beneath her eyes, and her body swayed as if she might collapse at any moment.
The experiment itself wasn't difficult despite its many steps. The only real problem was the danger.
Throughout the process, Isabel hadn't dared make the slightest mistake, terrified that a single lapse might infect her with the virus and see her being turned into one of Ambrose's undead creations.
The more nervous she became, the greater her mental strain. After forcing herself through an entire day and night, she felt utterly wrung dry, so exhausted she could barely remain standing.
"I... I'm going to rest..."
She staggered toward her room. Ambrose stroked his chin, briefly wondering whether it might be more efficient to simply turn her into an undead. Human bodies needed food, drink, rest, and all manner of maintenance. It was hardly cost-effective.