Raze could immediately tell that this was completely different from what Enaxx had been capable of. Enaxx's splits divided his own magic and strength among multiple bodies. That was dangerous enough. But what Gizin was doing now wasn't splitting anything. It wasn't dividing some finite pool of energy.
Gizin was the energy.
From the way his body rippled and shimmered, from the way light bent unnaturally around him, it was almost like his physical shape didn't really exist. He was a ball of pure power compressed into a humanoid form, a cluster of concentrated Light Magic and Divine Qi forced into the outline of a man. And now,
Now that same ball of energy was being multiplied.
One copy became two. Two became four. Four became eight. Each duplication weakened the strength of each piece just slightly, but it didn't matter. Gizin had enough power for hundreds, thousands, of copies if he wanted. Every clone held a terrifying amount of destructive force.
It meant one thing:
