Alfin suddenly felt a cold in his body, knowing full well that the abominations she was speaking of were none other than his bestial clones.
'Ah, she still remains the same, even after getting married.' Recalling the days of this woman who was obsessed with dissecting him, Alfin can't help but shiver again.
Looking at the bizarre failed clones of himself, Alfin wanted to puke a little. He can see the abominations that his blood had birthed and it made him queasy a bit.
A feeling alien to him, for head was seen worse and done worse.
But for some reason, the moment his eyes fell on things that were birthed from his own blood. He felt an innate sense of pity as well as hate.
If Farsight had succeeded, wouldn't there be a perfect replacement for his body in front of him, instead of these bizarre beasts?
'The karabits were byproducts of similar biochemistry as well.'
