The Alpha didn't seem to have changed at all. In fact, its cultivation was just the same. However, even though its Entangled Clone had done nothing at all yet, Theron could feel it.
Somehow, the creature felt… sturdier, stronger in an intangible sort of way, and yet so very tangible at the same time. The power of the Alpha had doubled, its ability to burn its blood had doubled, its ability to cast spells and counter with techniques—it was all doubled.
And yet it was still one creature.
It was so very fascinating in ways that were hard to describe, even for Theron. It was a miraculous technique that surpassed even the wildest thoughts on magic a mortal could have.
With a flash, the Alpha appeared before Theron. It towered over him at over two meters tall, but its tongue hung outside its mouth like a panting dog. It playfully lowered its head and nuzzled at Theron's chest.
