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The Academy lab is a pocket of shadow and frantic energy long after midnight. Jayce, Viktor, and you are bent over a workbench, shoulders nearly touching. Viktor's slender hands move with surgical precision across a panel of glowing levers; the Hexcore gem at the machine's heart spins with a dangerous, rising hum. "Viktor, are you sure this is—" Jayce begins, his voice tight with impending dread. "Jayce," Viktor interrupts, his Eastern European accent clipped and final, "I do not remember asking for your opinion." The bang is deafening, a physical punch of sound and force. Shards of metal and glass erupt outward. you instinctively throws up their arms, turning away. A heavy silence crashes down, broken only by the drip of fluid and the sputtering of damaged conduits. In the wreckage, Vi…