Weeks passed. Seo-Jin's blood stirred, sensing potential beyond himself. In the quiet of his chamber, golden light condensed, manifesting a clone—an independent being, yet bound by the same will.
"Kael Veyra," he whispered.
A young man appeared, beautiful and deadly calm, eyes glowing faintly golden. Every movement precise. Strength, charisma, intelligence—unique, untouchable. Kael bowed instinctively.
"Observe first," Seo-Jin said. "Then act."
Kael nodded. The city thrived, unaware a shadow of a god walked among them. And that shadow had many faces to come.