Land of the East.
Organization Headquarters.
Two figures, completely concealed beneath cloaks and hoods, stood in the sunless underground laboratory, reviewing the data and records from recent times.
More than ten minutes passed before one of them, an old man whose voice carried a grim heaviness, finally asked, "Dae, how far do you think we still are from our dream?"
"Sorry, Lemoto, I can't give you an exact answer. But this thing called life energy can indeed effectively suppress the severe side effects caused by transplanting Dragon's Descendants flesh and blood. In the past, the limit most Claymores could endure was around sixty to seventy percent Yoki release. But after mastering life energy, most warriors can raise that limit to ninety percent. Some exceptionally gifted individuals can even retain a clear sense of self after awakening one hundred percent, without developing a craving for flesh and internal organs."
The man called Dae slowly raised his head, revealing a face that looked like the aftermath of a car crash.
The right half was still relatively normal, but most of the muscles on the left side had atrophied and ulcerated.
There were no eyelids around his left eye, leaving most of the eyeball exposed to the air. One could even vaguely see the optic nerve behind it, connected to his brain.
His lips had also split open over a wide area, directly exposing red gums and white teeth.
With those looks, he could play a zombie or ghost without needing any makeup.
Just standing there was enough to scare most ordinary people half to death.
Without question, he was the Organization's technical chief, the man who had personally created a whole series of monsters, including the three Abyssal Ones, Teresa, the Dark Twins, and more.
Back then, in order to test the