Lab Slave

The life of a slave was miserable, in both physical and mental sense.

A prison slave was worse.

A lab slave, however, was treated slightly better. It's done in hopes they'd live longer and continue the experiment chain a little more.

Yet, they died the fastest. 

Even the most tenacious didn't survive a month if their origin was experimented on. 

"And I think you might just break that record."

Varian's contorting face froze for a moment and he glared at the elder man standing outside a thin blue energy wall.

The room was a fusion of sleek metal with futuristic while and glowing runes that spoke of ancient tales. 

Working together, they created a white sphere of light that swallowed him with ease. With powers sealed and body suppressed, Varian remained still as the advanced formations tried to influence his origin.

The absurd part was that they were succeeding.