"Sir! I just picked up a disturbance at the volcano! Something has interacted with the Pogenitor Decay!" Narwhal checked his surveillance in the area to see what was going on.
"What's happening?" The handsome man asked.
"It's him!"
"Him? That's the guy whom you mistook for Nemean's blood, correct?"
Narwhal nodded.
"Sir, look at this! He dipped his hand into the progenitor decay and came out perfectly fine!"
"What?!" The handsome man looked at the footage, not believing his eyes. "Is this source a failure?!"
"No. Look at his companion. She was infected by it. Mortals, no matter how strong they are, can survive the effects of the decay. But this guy was not only affected, but also managed to prevent the energy from consuming her. This can only mean one thing."
The handsome man grinned, but there was also an intense anger riddled on his face. "He's the blood of Nemean!"
