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Andarta tried to find the right words to explain what she felt around those men, walking closely behind Daggi before eventually coming to stride beside him.

"You never see Crowley, Haley never emotes. Not unusual on their own, but Haley speaks about history, ancient religions, our religion, as if he was there. As if he has intimate knowledge of events. I figured he was just a studious man at first, but..." She stopped to think.

"But..." Andarta began, "I've heard people talk about him as if he was a God. There are older men and women who claim to have seen his miracles in person. They build their army using clones, enhanced clones. Supersoldiers bred, designed, to crush empires. I asked about it before and was told it was all in the blood."

Andarta reached into her robe, slipping out a vial of blood. It was a dark red, darker than human blood was and it was thick. It could only pass for human blood if one didn't pay much attention to it.

"It's his blood. And it doesn't match any known race, species, or mutation. We had someone look into it."