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Mia obediently followed, whistling softly under her breath as she observes the activity taking place around her. It was not the technology she witnessed, despite how impressive it was. Nor was she impressed by the architecture, the weaponry, or any other achievement the Sergal would pride themselves in. Such values meant nothing to her, any act of creation was simply a preclude to destruction. No, she whistled at the tension only she could feel, the feeling of a thousand souls working in harmony. In many ways, the Sergal were a gifted race. Their physical capabilities were nearly unmatched, and their intelligence immense. Their brains bore a capability for learning and adaptation that was far beyond that of humans. But far more importantly than that Mia felt the common purpose, the working force, emanating from every soul present. They worked towards a single purpose, united and willing. They pursued their goals relentlessly, easily finding the most effective route to overcome any obstacle, wasting no effort on petty internal power struggles.

As she was lead into the room with the tray, she obediently removes all clothing, placing on the tray a series of items that might be of interest to the Sergal. 

First she placed a scalpel, a long and carved device that had been forged from obsidian. It's form would make it nearly impossible to inflict a lethal wound with it as a weapon, but it's blade was immensely sharp. More importantly, their sensors picked up a large amount of mana emanating from it. The patterns constantly shifted and changed, and they recognized what appeared to be bound spirits, foreign but recognizable. Being a race of warriors, the Sergal had little use for torture, but they had interacted with many races and knew how to recognize an implement designed to inflict pain.

Secondly, Mia placed a long, elongated device. It's ancient and of foreign design. It's energy source seems to be nonexistent, sensors detecting what appears to be a negative quantity of energy when scanning it. It was perhaps one of the most mysterious items the Sergal had ever found, a device designed by the ancient God Emperor. Still working after all this time, the portal generator was, in and of itself, a paradox, containing a tiny fragment of the Plot Hole still. It was one of just 3 intact samples remaining within the Multiverse, 2 of which were owned by Stein and Mia.

When questioned about her Black Blood, Mia simply raised a finger. "It's... well, you could call it an aspect of my.... kind. My blood is metallic in nature, remaining in liquid form until I wish it to cease to do so. A rather ingenious mechanism, isn't it? And besides, it's quite pretty." Using a nail on her other finger, she cuts open the skin on her index finger. A slow series of drops drips down onto the tray, gathering into a single, marble-shaped orb of metal. "Study it if you wish. I'm afraid I won't be able to leave it behind, much as I could not leave behind my lungs."

As far as was possible for a living weapon, Mia had disarmed herself. She had no intention of fighting or killing the Sergal, no matter how much she wanted to see what their insides looked like. However, even from here she could sense Kallus. And as the Sergal proceeded to scan the items she had placed and assess what threat she posed, she constantly stared at him, through the many physical barriers that might divide them. A soul stronger than the rest, and her current target.