"Crow, It's impossible. This friend of yours can't ever come back. None of the bodies I built were able to remain for long before they degenerated after infusing his soul."
This was from the past, a memory that the figure barely remembered. In it, there were two dwarfs of different age brackets, but from the tone of the older dwarf, it can be seen what their relationship was like.
With the younger dwarf named Crow being superior to the older one, their conversation carried on. "This won't do, I made a promise, he needs to live." Spoke Crow, finding the rotting corpse in the tank a bit pitiful.
"I don't think the problem is with my methods, if anything, I believe it's the soul that is the problem. Or the will of the totem refusing to let someone else borrow its power." The blood that was used in creating the clones belonged to a Knight family. And for some odd reason, the blood and soul keep refusing to bond with each other.
