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With the Magic Seal taken care of, you next wanted to visit Nadia’s Lab, where this supposed “construct” made from your blood resided. You were beyond intrigued by the idea of a monster that shared your abilities. And judging by what you’d seen so far of its handiwork, you imagined it would pose an excellent challenge. A monster that was a simulacrum of yourself would undoubtedly be more of a challenge than whatever assassins or Terrors lurked in the east wing of the Keep. You and the others begin retracing your steps quickly, heading back across the cellar and upstairs.
“Lady Nadia.” Cassius says while on the move. “With your magic returned to you, will you be able to assume control over the construct you created? I must admit to some…trepidation, at the thought of having to do battle with a copy of our esteemed leader.”
Nadia shakes her head. She’s managing to heal you while continuing to move forward across the hall. The woman fusses over your wounds the way a mother would for her child, taking great care with each one she finds. She seems to have taken a liking to you far quicker than you’d have reasonably expected. That was to be expected though, of course, given who you were.
“I will be able to do no such thing. Once I lost access to my magic, the connection between myself and the construct was severed. I do not know how to go about regaining it. The creature will have become mindless, operating on instinct alone. Instinct that is in all likelihood, borrowed from Lord Tristain himself.”
“Oh no, we’re doomed!” May whines fearfully.
>“Shut up. You’ve got the real thing right here. There’s no need to worry about a cheap fake.”
“I-I wouldn’t call him ‘cheap’, Lord Tristain.” Nadia says, a bit offended at the jab you’ve thrown at her work. “He possesses all of the same abilities that you do. Anything that you were capable of doing up to the bloodletting, he is capable of as well. All he lacks is the means to communicate, as well as any potential for greater thought. Perhaps that is something we can use to our advantage in order to defeat it.”
“Do not fear.” Adeline says to May. “At this point, we have seen no shortage of Lord Tristain fighting. We know what to expect. If we all work together, I’m sure we’re capable of defeating him.”
>“No way!” You say angrily. Was she talking about the damn skeleton or you? In any case, there was a flaw with Adeline’s thinking. They hadn’t seen everything you were capable of, namely your magic and the Crest of Macuil. That green knight looked positively roastable in her armor. And even someone as slow as you would doubtlessly have no trouble turning her into ash before she’d had a second to even realize it. It was possible fighting the construct in a group might be more trouble than it was worth.
But if the creature shared your instincts, you had a strange feeling that it would respect a one-on-one battle.
