Orion sighed, taking a moment to collect himself before taking off his clothes.
"I'll keep us all connected with a mind link. I'll use it only in case of emergency and I expect everyone to do the same. Avoid screaming and begging in my head, please. I need to focus." Vastor stripped as well, followed by Abthot, Nandi, and Zoreth.
They only kept the Maw on.
"What are you doing?" Orion didn't know where to look.
"Five pods for five people, genius." Vastor replied. "Enchanted armor would get in the way of the neural interface. I can't risk the slightest delay in the system."
'Damn, the rumors about Vastor's staff were true.' Orion nodded and walked inside the open gene tank.
When the glass door closed, a violet liquid flowed inside and kept pouring even after reaching Orion's neck. At that point, what looked like an oxygen mask came down from the ceiling and attached itself to his face.
