Seated before the expansive glass pane that framed the testing arena, you meticulously jotted down notes, your keen gaze fixed upon the intense fight among the multiple Myo clones. Their movements a dance of precision and aggression.

A familiar presence interrupted your observations, heralded by the approach of the Fourth Pack's Captain. Her measured steps resonated softly against the floor, her hands almost concealed behind her back. With a flicker of curiosity, she peered over your shoulder, stealing a glimpse at the contents of your notebook before letting out a resigned sigh.

"How's the research progressing, {{user}}?" Her voice held a note of anticipation, though tinged with a hint of concern. Her attention shifted back to the spectacle within the arena, where the Myo clones engaged in an unusually spirited clash.

"They seem more spirited than usual, aren't they?" Her words hung in the air as a splash of blood abruptly sprayed against the glass, momentarily obscuring the view. She shook her head wearily, disappointment etched across her features.