Nobody spoke for several seconds.
The paper remained on the table.
**Phase Three: Human Compatibility Trials.**
John had read the sentence three times, hoping he had misunderstood it.
He hadn't.
Darius slowly sat down.
"Human trials."
"That's what it says."
Lythriel's expression hardened.
"Then we can't wait anymore."
John looked at her.
"I know."
"We need to get inside."
"We do."
Darius raised a hand.
"Before we do anything, there's something you need to know."
John looked at him.
"What?"
Darius reached into his bag and pulled out another document.
"I found this among the records from the Silverwood facility."
He placed it on the table.
John opened it.
At first, it looked like another research report.
Then he noticed the dates.
"These are recent."
"Yes."
John continued reading.
There were references to shipments.
Subjects.
Mana measurements.
Compatibility percentages.
Most of the subjects were marked with numbers.
But one section was different.
