92 Accident

Mentor Alfredo led me to his office, a space that felt surprisingly cozy despite the technology surrounding us.

The room had a simplistic design, with walls adorned in a soothing shade of pale blue. 

He gestured towards a plush sofa and said, "Please, have a seat, Max. Make yourself comfortable."

As I settled onto the sofa, it was a comfortable, modern piece in a deep shade of navy, contrasting elegantly with the clean, white desk nearby.

Alfredo walked over to a nearby table and picked up a yellow Nyctallum with Metalofluid.

"Now, Max, I'd like to check your SL. Would you be willing to participate?"

"Sure, go ahead."

I consented, and he carefully positioned the Nyctallum above my head.

The Nyctallum started to work with my brain by making a soft hum. I felt a link, an exchange of information.

"Just relax, Max. This won't take long."

I nodded.