As one of the oldest "ancestors" among Vampires, and the guardian of the means to reach the Blood Clan's eternal "home," Elizabeth knew every original Vampire.
Of course, she only knew what their original versions looked like. If they had undergone any strange changes afterward, she would not recognize them.
Whether they were asleep, she had no idea.
Yet the humanoid creature fused with the tumors before them happened to look remarkably like the earliest version of Tatiana that she knew. It could not be called identical, because it looked far older, but the proportions and placement of its brows, eyes, lips, and nose made it obvious at a glance—it was what the same person would look like after aging. "Are you sure?" Jia Xiu asked.
"Uh... if you put it that way, I'm not that, that sure. It just looks like her. So far, I haven't found any other proof that confirms it."
Elizabeth said hesitantly.
After all, aside from looking alike, this lump of stuff before them did not smell alike, did not exist in the same form, and could not even be burned clean by ultraviolet light. It had avoided one of a Vampire's greatest defining traits.
Considering that Vampires on the continent no longer drank blood these days, it would not be wrong to remove the "one of."
The Blood Clan was now entirely a name left over from history. People were used to calling them that, and path dependence made it hard to change—just like money no longer had to be clipped from a large piece of silver, becoming paper and even intangible, yet people still called it so many "bucks."
"If it only looks alike, it can't be that much of a coincidence, can it? Another 'me' from a different plane just happening to