Half an hour later, when the lab's clocks ticked past the promised time, Azzy returned to the analysis chamber. The robot was already standing by the terminal, the screen behind it flickering with completed data lines. As Azzy approached, the robot held out a printed document.
"Lord Azrael," it said, "the results are ready. Despite the differences in appearance, color, composition, and spiritual density, the genetic sequences align perfectly. They belong to the same individual. Conclusion: It's a 100% match."
Azzy stared at the sheet quietly.
Gold ichor. Mortal blood.
Two substances that could not be more different—yet the core genetic signature was identical. No deviation. No mutation. No divergence at all.
That just means one truth.
He and Azrael were indeed the same person, with the same sets of parents and ancestors. Exactly the same.
Azzy exhaled slowly. He didn't need more interpretation. This result alone confirmed everything he suspected.
