Rex watches with his eyebrows raised to the peak and wide-opened eyes as the two mounting streams of blood took the form of two figures, the crimson color soon slowly fades and turns into a bronze skin color.
Observing the two figures unfolding into their forms, he can't help but gasp in surprise.
Both figures take only a couple of seconds before they finally turned into their form completely, and both of them take the form of Rex's Werewolf form. Even as his eyes inspected them, Rex feels like he was looking in a mirror.
From the presence, the two curving back horns, and even their postures are identical to him.
'Not possible... this can't be possible...', Rex thought in aghast.
Although he has already readied himself to take on whatever the third obstacle might be, he has never anticipated that he would be fighting himself, two of himself matter of fact. It really surprised him to his core as he didn't realize that he was taking a couple of steps back.
