"That will not happen."
As the entity heard those words, it turned its many eyes. Standing behind it was none other than a man of striking presence: tall, impossibly calm, with white hair and eyes that glimmered with universes—each iris filled with strange constellations, patterns of numbers and equations capable of endless combinations.
"You!"
The entity's voice thundered with rage and hatred. Of all its enemies, it despised Vlad the most. But standing second on its list of hatred was this being.
The A.I. Chip Clone.
