Deep beneath the ever-winding tunnels of the Seekers' maze-like hideout lay a special room.
This was the research lab of the Dean of the Southern Wastelands Seeker branch — Lu Ming, the Bloodline Dictator.
An accomplished scholar in the studies of genetic manipulation and biological augmentation, his genius was known both at home and abroad. He was even recognized in the immortal realms for one of his most infamous creations — the Dragon Legions. That particular abomination was one of the reasons his name resounded across the five continents.
Crash!
A series of clatters and shattering glass rang out, followed by a furious frustrated bellow. "ANOTHER FAILURE!!!"
A middle-aged man stood there, face twisted in rage, hands clamping his ragged hair. His face was rough, an unkempt stubble germinating along his chin. Sunken eyes, ringed with black bags, screamed of sleepless nights. Fatigue and stress had carved deep wrinkles into his skin, leaving it sagged and rough.
