Seated cross legged on the cave floor, Leon refined the blood in his system using the three blood vessel scripture.
The process was slow and deliberate.
He had lost track of time completely. There was no way to gauge how long he had been in here at this point, no reference outside the rhythm of his own breathing and the gradual progress of what he was building inside himself.
All he could focus on was the homunculus.
It had formed slowly over the course of his work, taking shape inside him layer by layer until it was something he could clearly see with his inner sight.
It looked like a child.
But not quite.
It had all of his features, his face, his proportions, everything matched exactly, except for a clear mark sitting in the center of its chest. That single difference was the only thing that separated it from simply being a smaller version of himself.
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"Out!!"
