A move so deadly.
Frankenstein observed the cavern he was in as the stained bandages were been unwrapped from his lightly regenerating body by an assistant in the sect and another holding a looking glass. He stood with a thought of indebtedness while staring at his reflection, every part of his regenerating body were scalded as though it was exposed to a terribly hot steam with little or no hair on his scalded head, he won’t have survive the clash against the sudden blazing green light however he was favorably saved by beings who he'd called his patrons then his eyes widened, looked at Dryad’s uncle at the doorway staring back at him. “We need the boy!” He cried, Dryad’s uncle didn’t say a word as he stared into the redness of his eyes then Frankenstein continued, “His cells is the key for the soon to b
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