Despite her hatred for him, No one knew her body's workings better than Ignatius. If he was confident she could become twice as powerful after evolving, it had to be true.
"Quick! He is moving!" Ignatius urged as cold sweat dripped from his forehead. His life couldn't end like this! His ambitions were far from fulfilled, and he still had much to discover through his experiments and research.
Upon hearing his words, Misha made up her mind. She collected the four cells from the hybrids before approaching him with heavy steps. Resolve but also burning hatred flashed in her golden eyes as she extended her left hand and grabbed the remaining cells before smiling at him.
This slight sign reassured Ignatius. Sure of his survival now that the strongest of his creation joined his side and was about to prove how adaptable the human body was, he proudly declared, "Good. With your coopera... ARGH!"
