"H-how did you get in here?!"
One of the old men in the dimly lit cave exclaimed after noticing the clone's eyes being fixed on the Harpy wings marinating in the pod.
The other one cowered and took stiffened steps back, his knee caps creaking as he struggled to lift his feet.
[Those wings... They're from children.]
The clone mused, his brows gradually distorting.
He then glanced at the pods and saw one with a Lizardman with pure white skin and red freckles.
On another he saw an Elf, with one long ear and the other resembling that of a Human.
On the third one he saw a Dwarf with long fangs, like those of a Saber-toothed Tiger.
He sensed that they were all dead.
[These are all... Variants?]
He concluded, until his gaze finally fell on the fourth and last pod.
"What in the actual fuck..."
His thoughts escaped his lips, the reflection of the ridiculously ugly creature quivering in his trembling eyes.
