"Your creations are quite magnificent, Talobo."
Hearing those words, the small man grinned from ear to ear.
Wiping away the blood smeared across his face, he said to the only other living person in the room, "Modifying humans is old news now. It's better to create something new—these golems, who can actually make a difference."
His gaze shifted toward the massive figure standing in the center of the lab, the creature's shadow swallowing the broken floor beneath it. Pride swelled in his chest as he smirked. "This will help me reach my goal. Even Valkyrie will kneel before this. And when everything settles, I'll bring her back here—back to this lab—and use her blood to my heart's content."
He licked his lips at the thought, hunger gleaming in his eyes.
Ever since he learned about Emma's blood, his mind had been overflowing with possibilities.
That divine essence—so pure, so potent—was unlike anything he'd ever studied. The mere thought of its potential made his heart race.
