The enormous creature stepped off the platform, crushing the reinforced flooring beneath its weight. Thick black blood dripped from its claws, while several mechanical components shifted beneath its fur. Its enormous shoulders rose and fell, accompanied by a deep, distorted breathing sound.
Nikolai watched the creature with narrowed eyes.
'This fucking bastard actually copied my body...'
He could recognise his own bloodline's presence. However, something about its aura felt wrong. The familiar sensation carried an unpleasant corruption, alongside traces of ancient Nosferatu necromancy.
"You... are... me?"
The creature repeated its earlier question, slowly tilting its enormous head towards Nikolai.
"Like hell you're anything like me."
Nikolai tightened his fists, extending both blades. His black blood hardened around his forearms, while the surrounding air gradually grew heavier.
"Whatever that bastard made you for..."
He lowered his centre of gravity.
