Increased Tension

The mechanical arms that had once delicately cradled the Bluewood Orb had now retreated, as if in acknowledgment of its presence. Peter couldn't help but wonder if the orb appreciated such moments of solitude, away from the constant touch and scrutiny. While it didn't glow as brightly as a city beacon, it still pulsed with an enigmatic energy, its core resembling a living, humming heart.

"Okay, with that, can we assume that the Heather Eye has evolved in some way?" Peter inquired, breaking the silence that had settled over the room. Dr. Vicks turned to face the trio, his expression pensive.

Caville shrugged, her gaze shifting between Peter and Xavier. "We're not sure. We haven't detected any signs of adaptation. It's been rather... dormant."