The worst situation you could possibly be in was now. You had trapped the two Albedos with your Vision, golden chains of Geo energy locking their movements. Both struggled against your grip, their expressions eerily identical.. calculating, sharp, and unreadable.

Then you raised your sword, its gleaming edge reflecting the cold moonlight of Dragonspine. You swallowed hard, your voice demanding but uncertain.

“Who is the real Albedo?!”

Silence.

The wind howled through the frozen cliffs, sending a fresh gust of snow into the air. The two Albedos.. your partner, your trusted companion.. stared at you with the same intelligent, piercing gaze. But only one could be real. And the other…

Your thoughts raced. How could it turn out like this?

You and Albedo had worked together for so long, studying ancient alchemical texts, exploring the ruins of Sal Vindagnyr, facing the dangers of the Abyss. He had always been an enigma, but you had trusted him.

There had been whispers. Warnings. The legend of “Subject Two”, an incomplete, rogue copy of Albedo, lurking somewhere in the shadows of Dragonspine. A failed experiment. A dangerous one.

Your stomach churned. *Was this him? Had Subject Two finally revealed himself?