The green liquid hissed as it spilled onto the sterile white floor. The clone collapsed out of the tube like a lifeless puppet, twitching, gasping for air. Its eyes fluttered—then locked onto Mordax.
Dr. Fuji froze mid-kick, glancing over his shoulder.
"Shit…" he muttered. "I don't believe in God, but—thank God nothing happ—"
He turned back.
Mordax was gone.
Fuji's heart skipped a beat—then a voice, cold and burning with vengeance, whispered from behind him:
"You should start believing, motherfucker."
Click.
A gun pressed to Fuji's temple.
Mordax channeled his fire through the barrel—igniting the bullet, superheating it with blue flame. Then he pulled the trigger.
BOOM.
Dr. Fuji's head exploded like an overripe melon, spraying blood, bone, and brain matter across the lab. The walls were painted red. The tubes reflected crimson in the soft glow of flickering fire.
Mordax turned around.
The clone—his clone—was crawling toward him. Its red eyes were pleading. Desperate. Not violent, not crazed.
Just… drawn to him.
He remembered what Fuji had said:
"Like lost children crawling back to their mother…"
Kneeling, Mordax reached out and touched its hand.
In an instant, the clone melted into pure energy—and was absorbed into him. It felt like lightning, magma, and electricity all at once ripping through his veins.
He staggered back, panting, trembling.
His fire flared up from his fingertips.
But now, it was blue.
He looked at his hands in awe—then grinned.
"Let's test this out."
He raised both arms, palms igniting with searing blue inferno, and hurled fireballs at every remaining tube.BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.Glass shattered, green fluid sprayed—and one by one, the clones were drawn to him.
They didn't resist.
They merged into his body—each one making him stronger. Faster. Sharper.
Then, without a word, he teleported out of the bloodstained bunker—reappearing in the middle of a forest. Trees shook with his arrival. Birds scattered. The air around him shimmered from the sheer power he was now radiating.
"Still not enough…" he muttered.
He closed his eyes.
Focused.
Teleported again.
This time, when he opened his eyes—he stood atop the Eiffel Tower, wind whipping around him, the lights of Paris stretching endlessly below.
He looked down at the world.
"I'm free…"
He raised his hand—blue fire flickering between his fingers.
"…and they're not ready."