"Initiate Scan Module! Begin comprehensive evaluation protocol!"

Thud!

The entire room seemed to flinch, its surfaces trembling as advanced mechanisms awoke.

The bed where Leo was lying began to shift beneath him, the soft mattress morphing, mechanical panels sliding open with a faint hiss.

Gradually, the bed descended, cradling Leo with precision, moving his body with the utmost care into a fully transparent cylindrical scanner.

Cold blue light glinted along the edges as several multi-jointed robotic arms emerged from the ceiling. With almost surgical precision, they deftly unclasped and removed Leo's clothing, layer by layer, leaving him lying exposed, his breathing slow and even, deep in sleep.

He was now stretched out on the scanner bed, completely vulnerable, as the automated system calibrated itself around his form.

The room's appearance shifted in an instant, transforming from a simple bedroom into a chamber of advanced technology and otherworldly machinery.

Digital screens and holographic controls flickered into existence, displaying endless columns of data and glowing anatomical diagrams. Complex equipment—sonic resonance probes, magnetic resonance scanners, and arrays of high-frequency biosensors—shifted into position, each instrument locking into its designated place.

Azrael strode towards the central command chair, her posture firm, eyes locked onto the swirling displays. As she approached, the holographic screens and input panels seemed to reconfigure themselves, creating a seamless interface before her seat.

She spoke, "Subject: Leo. Full-body diagnostic scan. I want detailed reports on all major organ systems—cardiovascular, pulmonary, hepatic, renal, and neural networks. Flag any irregularities in systemic function or deviations in cranial activity. Prioritise detection of intracranial lesions, neurotrauma, microbleeds, or infarcts. Do not, under any circumstances, disturb or awaken the subject during the procedure."

She eased into the chair, exhaling a tense breath.

<Affirmative. Initiating multi-spectral scan. Preparing for advanced diagnostics. Stand by.>

A robotic arm whirred into action, its movement fluid and precise. With a soft hiss, it extended a tray containing a fresh pack of cigarettes and a chrome-plated lighter. Azrael plucked one cigarette from the pack and, with practised ease, flicked the lighter to life.

Ssshhhhh!

She drew in a slow, deep inhale, eyes narrowing as smoke trailed from her lips. Her gaze remained fixed on the glass cylinder where Leo's naked body rotated gently, beams of light passing over his skin as scanners read every cell, every organ, every synapse. The scanner's bed moved silently, rotating on a gyroscopic axis, exposing his anatomy from all angles.

One by one, diagnostic results began to populate on the floating screens—neurological charts, CT overlays, electroencephalograms, organ function graphs, bloodwork panels. Azrael took another measured drag, the silence broken only by the soft whir of machines and the tapping of her fingers on the keyboard.

It felt like a small eternity before the first results were finalised.

<No evidence of traumatic brain injury. No skull fracture. No intracranial haemorrhage. No microaneurysm detected. No cerebral edema.>

<No pathological findings in cardiac rhythm, hepatic enzymes, renal function, or respiratory exchange. No evidence of systemic inflammatory response. All vital parameters remain within optimal reference range.>

<No abnormalities found in current diagnostic window. Subject appears stable.>

Azrael exhaled a plume of white smoke, her eyes scanning every line of the report... She spoke in a low, commanding tone, "Are you absolutely certain the analysis is complete? Have you run both macro and micro-level tests, including full-spectrum cytology and immunohistochemistry?"

<All standard and advanced protocols have been executed. All findings are negative for acute pathology or chronic disease. Cross-referenced with the most recent subject baseline data. No deviations observed.>

Azrael's expression remained unreadable, eyes narrowing slightly. She drummed her fingers on the armrest, then said,

"Rerun the scan. This time, isolate and analyse each vital organ module separately—heart, liver, lungs, pancreas, and kidneys. I want granular reports for each system, especially detailed radiological and cytological examination of his pulmonary tissue. Sequence and scrutinise his somatic cells for genetic mutations, somatic mosaicism, or any indication of viral insertion or foreign protein synthesis. Flag even the slightest chromosomal aberration or oncogenic marker... and Mana."

<Understood. Initiating organ-specific diagnostic suite. Preparing in-depth radiological scans, histopathology, next-generation sequencing for cellular analysis and Mana analysis. Results will be displayed upon completion. Estimated processing time: four minutes, thirty-two seconds. Please standby.>

Two more robotic hands emerged from recessed panels above, their chrome fingers gleaming under the sterile light. One held a sterile hypodermic syringe, its tip glinting as it gently penetrated a prominent vein in Leo's arm, drawing blood with clinical precision. The other arm swiftly transferred the vial into a compact, automated blood analyser.

The scanner repositioned, moving at an even slower, more deliberate pace this time. High-frequency imaging sensors targeted each body part in sequence, emitting faint pulses of violet and blue as they mapped out every structure—bones, soft tissue, neural pathways, even cellular matrices—displaying rotating 3D models across the hovering holographic screens.

Every vertebra, every capillary, every alveolus in Leo's lungs was scanned and magnified in impossible detail.

Azrael sat unmoving in her command chair, extracting another cigarette from the pack. Her fingers trembled slightly as she lit it, the flame illuminating the furrow in her brow. She stared at the endless lines of data cascading across the screen, waiting for any anomaly, any sign that would explain the impossible.

After what felt like an eternity... the report finally arrived. A monotone, almost chilling robotic voice echoed through the chamber:

<No abnormality detected in cell structure.>

<Deoxyribonucleic acid sequence: Homo sapiens. No foreign gene insertion or structural variants detected.>

<Myocardial contractility: Normal. No arrhythmias or evidence of ischemic injury.>

<Renal filtration rate within optimal physiological range. No glomerular or tubular dysfunction.>

<Pulmonary function: Gas exchange optimal. No restrictive or obstructive patterns.>

<No evidence of cerebral trauma, neoplasm, or demyelinating lesions.>

<Peripheral blood smear: No atypical lymphocytes, no erythrocyte deformities, no malignant or mutated cells observed.>

<Mana analysis: Mana saturation measured at 0.000 units per cubic centimetre. The Optimal Human range is 0.50. No residue or any evidence of Mana>

<Overall: No physiological or pathological abnormalities detected in the subject. Expect no Mana presence in Subject>

Azrael's grip tightened until her knuckles whitened.

"Are you fucking with me?! How in the world is he normal?!" Her voice cracked with a mixture of rage and disbelief as she slammed her fist against the console, causing the cigarette ash to scatter across the controls. She snatched another cigarette, her hands almost shaking as she lit it with a sharp snap, taking a furious drag. Smoke curled around her face as she pressed her forehead, eyes squeezed shut in frustration.

"What happened to him?... Leo lost his memories, just as he mentioned… but he never spoke about this—about inhaling mana directly.

How is that even possible? No living being was capable of doing it!! Fuck!!

What have you done to my son, you bastard!" she spat.

Her teeth ground together as she roared, "Run the full diagnostic protocol again and again! Triple the sensitivity of every parameter—molecular, epigenetic, quantum! I want every single result cross-examined and validated. Do not wake him! I need answers!"

<Affirmative. Initiating repeated diagnostic cycles. Increasing resolution of cytogenetic and metabolomic analysis. Initiating whole-genome sequencing and proteomic mapping. Stand by for continuous updates.>

The scanners resumed their work, cycling through even more sophisticated modes—positron emission tomography, ultra-high field MRI, nanoscopic cellular analysis. The room thrummed with the low hum of machinery, every surface alive with streaming data.

Azrael paced the room in agitated circles, the cigarette burning forgotten between her fingers. Her jaw clenched, her gaze locked on Leo's unconscious form.

"The correlation between the Blood Grail Moon and him losing his memories… it can't be a coincidence. Someone must have manipulated his body, his mind.

Why drag him into this accursed war?

Why force a child into Eden's schemes?

I should've realised when Eden's administration ignored the school disaster, when they didn't even react to the destruction of the forest.

Damn it! I came too late!"

Her hand shook as she drew another sharp breath, veins bulging on her forehead.

"My son got pulled into this mess, and I didn't see it coming until now… fucking bastards!"

She whirled, voice trembling with both accusation and pain.

"What did you hope to accomplish with all this?

Was he meant to be a replacement?

Is that why you vanished from his life?

Is this why you made me pretend everything was normal? Answer me, damn you!"

Arrgh!

Azrael clutched her head, her face contorting with confusion and fury. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, madness threatening to break through the mask of composure.

"Even sealing Raphael's memories… what the hell have you planned?

What did you do to my family?!"

Just then,

<BEEP! Abnormality detected! Alert!>

Azrael flinched, instantly snapping to full attention. She rushed to the console, her heart racing as the red alarm strobed across the main display. "What is it?" Her voice trembled with a strange mix of hope and dread, her eyes wide as she leaned in.

The monitors projected a high-resolution scan—an internal image of Leo's body, but not the flesh or organs.... This was a direct visualisation of his entire skeletal system, the bones highlighted in stark detail.

"What?" Her brow furrowed in confusion; at first glance, the skeletal structure appeared intact—no fractures, no density loss, no visible lesions. She scanned for any signs of osteolytic or sclerotic changes, but found none.

<Warning! Unidentified radiation signature detected. Source: osseous tissue.>

<Unclassified energy emission present within the subject's bone matrix. Further analysis recommended.>

Azrael's frown deepened. "Radiation? From bones?" she muttered, shaking her head. She had never heard of living bone tissue emitting unknown radiation. It only occurred in rare, post-mortem circumstances—radioisotope accumulation, maybe certain experimental treatments, but never in a living subject.

<Permission requested: Proceed with invasive bone sampling for histopathological and radiometric analysis?>

Azrael hesitated, glancing at Leo's still form. "Do it… but make absolutely certain you do not harm him. I want minimal invasion, no unnecessary pain or trauma," she ordered, her voice tight with worry.

Immediately, a slender robotic arm deployed from the ceiling, equipped with an ultrafine biopsy drill—so small, the bit was nearly as thin as a human hair. The arm angled toward Leo's head, targeting the parietal bone for a core sample.

"No. Use his thumb," Azrael interjected sharply, "Do the sampling at the distal phalanx. He'll recover from that more easily. Not the skull."

<Protocol override acknowledged. However, sampling bone marrow from the skull would provide a definitive diagnostic yield with minimal neurological risk. The thumb may yield less cellular material and could affect manual dexterity. The procedure carries a negligible risk of pain or permanent injury. Do you wish to proceed with your selected site?>

"I know. And do what I say," Azrael replied, voice cold as steel.

The robotic arm paused, then smoothly redirected to Leo's right hand. With careful calibration, it positioned itself over his thumb, aligning to the precise anatomical coordinates. Slowly, it began to drill, the bit whisper-quiet as it penetrated the epidermis and entered the bone. Azrael squeezed her eyes shut, her lips trembling at the sight of the crimson bead of blood forming and trailing down Leo's pale skin. For a moment, she felt the ache as if the drill was burrowing into her own hand.

Suddenly,

<Danger! Critical anomaly detected! Procedure aborted. System integrity compromised.>

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