The air thrummed with a palpable energy, a symphony of crackling ozone and shimmering light. Elias, his face illuminated by the eerie glow of a dozen arcane glyphs etched into the obsidian walls, stood at the heart of his dimensional laboratory. It wasn't a laboratory in the conventional sense; it was a cathedral dedicated to the manipulation of reality itself. Towering shelves overflowed with alchemical concoctions in iridescent vials, their contents bubbling and swirling with inner light. Crystals pulsed with inner fire, casting dancing shadows that writhed and flowed across the floor, made of polished, darkwood inlaid with silver runes. These runes glowed faintly, humming in resonance with the intricate machinery that dominated the central chamber.