Julian stood before the giant screen in The Zenith’s control room, his eyes never leaving the DNA chart pulsating with a deep red hue. Beside him, Dr. Kael continued to type with inhuman speed, while Elara sat in a medical chair, her shoulder wrapped in white bandages.
"Tell me that’s not human blood," Julian said, his voice sounding much deeper and colder than it had a few hours ago.
"Technically, it is blood, sir," Dr. Kael replied without turning around. "But its composition has changed. There are traces of a very high Aetherium frequency within it. That man named Karsa... he is no longer human in the biological sense we understand."
"He called himself a cultivator from the Black Phoenix," Julian clenched his fist inside his suit pocket. "And he destroyed a five-ton steel door as if
