Travis was no stranger to the cloning ability. Salamandor had used different variations of this during the first fight they had against him.
However, this was the first time the clones were of this high quality. The ones Travis faced back in the mirror maze were mere shadows in comparison. You could call them. . . reflections.
Now, it looked like he was face to face with himself, the posture, the slightly wavering confidence, and a piercing gaze hidden by that mask.
At this sight. . . Travis laughed.
His laughter rang out loud and startling enough to gather a distraction. Many eyes were drawn to his laughter, even Salamandor and his clones held curiosity.
"This. . . this is how you intend to bring him back Salamandor?", Travis had come to a realization and it made him incredibly amused.
