Nightmare ||Jihan||

Chapter 11

In the laboratory, within a secured chamber, the atmosphere was filled with an eerie mix of humming machinery and the soft gurgling of water. The room held a massive cylindrical tank, and inside it was Yeonhwa's son, submerged in a peculiar liquid that glowed with an otherworldly light. Numerous wires connected his body to a complex system of monitors and machines.

Yeonhwa, donned in a white lab coat and with an unsettling glint in her eyes, stood before the tank, her gaze fixed on the submerged figure within. The silence of the chamber was broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the monitors and the hum of machinery that echoed in the confined space.

She spoke softly to herself, her words carrying a twisted sense of pride and determination, "My son, the culmination of my experiments. You will be the epitome of power in this new world."

The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the array of scientific instruments and monitors that surrounded the tank. The liquid inside emitted an ethereal glow, illuminating her son's face as he remained suspended in the translucent substance.

As Yeonhwa observed the monitors, she muttered, "Your body has accepted the virus, my dear. You will become the most potent creation in this apocalyptic world." Her eyes gleamed with a fanatical zeal as she monitored every detail of her son's condition.

The life support system attached to her son beeped in synchrony with the monitors, indicating stability. The wires crisscrossed his body, connecting to various sensors and devices that measured vital signs, brain activity, and the mysterious changes induced by the experimental virus.

Hyejin, her trusted spy, entered the room cautiously. He observed the bizarre scene, his expression a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "Is this really necessary, Yeonhwa? What are you hoping to achieve?"

Yeonhwa turned to face Hyejin, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. "This is the key to ultimate power. My son will be the beacon of our dominance over this world. No more weakness, no more fear."

"What brings you here?" Yeonhwa acknowledged without turning her gaze away from the tank.

"I wanted to inquire about your son's condition," Hyejin cautiously began, eyeing the complex array of wires and monitors attached to the submerged figure. "How is he faring inside that tank?"

Yeonhwa's lips curled into a sinister smile as she replied, "His condition is beyond anything you can comprehend. The virus has fused with his very essence, making him immune and powerful. Soon, he will emerge as a being of unparalleled strength."

Hyejin couldn't conceal the unease in his voice, "But what if this power consumes him? We cannot predict the consequences of these experiments."

Yeonhwa chuckled, her laughter echoing through the sterile chamber. "Fear not, Hyejin. My son possesses the resilience to withstand anything. He will be the salvation of our kind in this chaotic world."

"But what if he becomes a threat to us?" Hyejin pressed on, his concern evident.

Yeonhwa turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling confidence. "He will be under my control. The virus has not corrupted him; it has elevated him. You will witness a power that transcends our understanding."

Hyejin, still uncertain, questioned further, "And what if he rejects your control? What if he turns against us?"

Yeonhwa's expression darkened, her fanaticism apparent. "He is my son. He will follow my will. And if not, then he will serve a purpose even greater than you can fathom."

As Hyejin continued to voice his concerns, the mad scientist remained resolute in her conviction. The laboratory, with its strange concoction of eerie lighting and scientific equipment, bore witness to the clash of ideologies between the zealous Yeonhwa and the increasingly skeptical Hyejin.