The main clone did not answer immediately.
She only watched him across the ruined construction floor, her copied face half-lit by red emergency lamps and the dying glow of foxfire drifting through the dust. Around them, the corpses of the other clones melted into black residue, forming thin streams that slowly crawled toward her feet.
"Don't start." He growled.
He could have stopped it, but it still made him curious.
The moment the first trail touched her toes, her body shuddered. One tail twitched, then another, as the streams flowed back into her body, strengthening her muscles, the mist floating around her ankles, and the flames overlapping her blade.
"So that's how it works," he muttered.
The main clone smiled again, though hatred remained beneath it.
"Those failures were never meant to kill you."
"They were offerings."
The word made his gaze sharpen.
