"Uhhh, yes, that's me," Leon answered, confusion written all over his face. Why was this relevant here?
"Great! The old bastard must be very jealous!" The creature slapped its tentacles together in glee and mockery.
Thousands of years ago, the experiments to recreate the bloodline of the Drake had taken Blood Rock City by storm. Everyone wanted power.
However, none of them knew that this desire wasn't born from their hearts. It was a carefully orchestrated ambition, planted through the schemes of one of Nephron's many identities.
Yes, the torture and experimentation suffered by Leon's ancestors were directly because of Nephron's desire to recreate that bloodline.
And now? Some random kid had come out of nowhere and activated the bloodline with his failed product right before his eyes. Jealous was an understatement. Nephron must be boiling in anguish right now.
