With glittering eyes, Morningstar's smile slowly widened. He hummed thoughtfully, tracing his finger on the glass surface and feeing the way the purple fog hum in a volatile power. Just a touch, just a whiff, and everything would be reduced to nothing in front of this purple fog.
How interesting. This was what they produced using his bloodline.
"But master..." said Kennedy, the bat with the wide eyes and a jittery nature. He didn't want to say this, but ever since he woke up from his slumber upon feeling Morningstar's power and heard his plan of killing the creature that bears his blood too, Kennedy had always wanted to ask.
Ask whether he was sure he would kill someone his own blood relatives.
"Are you sure?" Kennedy finally muttered out in his squeaky voice. "He was a prototype born by experimentation using your blood but in the end in some form, he is your family member, a son even."
