The revelation hung in the air of Isobel's workshop like the scent of ozone after a lightning strike. The Chrysalis wasn't just some ancient artifact, some forgotten trinket unearthed from Neo-London's past. It was a key, a seed planted with purpose, designed to blossom within a chosen vessel and unlock a path to a different kind of evolution, a path riddled with 'anomalies' – individuals like Alistair himself.