"What is all this about…?"
After skimming through the last page, I closed the old, dust-caked journal and let out a slow breath. The faint scent of mildew and old ink lingered in the air.
So they were conducting chimera research more than a hundred years ago?
I stared down at the brittle pages again, disbelief creeping in despite the evidence before my eyes.
"But… is that even possible?" I muttered.
Life fusion—an attempt to combine two or more completely different organisms into one being. It wasn't just complex; it bordered on the impossible.
That kind of research stood on the same level as black magic—the kind that tried to defy death itself.
Not a crude combination of limbs or parts, but the creation of a new living entity. A fusion so seamless that the boundary between species would vanish.
And if they'd succeeded...
An image flashed through my mind—an ogre with a troll's regenerative power, breathing fire like a dragon.
A living calamity.
