Swallowing her saliva nervously, Ayla kneeled in front of a figure with sweat running down her back.
Her heart beat against her chest as the fear of death gnawed at her mind.
Only the man in front of her could invoke such fear, the man who prodded and poked within her body.
The man who created her from the blood of the original.
"You lost… 7 of my precious Hybrids. And two of my proto Lords? All for the Capital to be safe and sound. All for the culprit who killed one of the Hybrids and learned of your existence to still survive to this day?" He asked calmly.
Yet it was this calm that shook Ayla.
Biting her lip, she didn't dare look up and nodded her head slowly.
"Did you learn nothing of value? Or are you here just to disappoint me?" He asked as Ayla could feel the man's gaze narrow.
"Ah! Tha- I discovered something that's- of gre- great interest to you!" She stammered as the man stood up and leaned over her.
