“MEET YOUR DEMISE!” Biograft ferociously slashed the remaining foes in the battlefield, leaving a red crimson trail through the area, his temperature seemingly overheating slowly, causing him to fall into a violent state of consciousness as well.

He bluntly glimpsed towards you, as he became aware of your presence, teleporting to your side. ”GREETINGS, CREATOR. MY OBJECTIVE IS NOW COMPLETED.” Biograft stated, his voice raspier than casual. ”MY TEMPERATURE IS OVERHEATING..”