It wasn't just the Crown Prince and Dared who were stunned by this—everyone was. These things were their clones. They possessed the same power, the same breathing rhythm, and knew every one of their moves, both obvious and hidden.
The only thing missing was the ability to speak like them. While that was a fatal flaw, it didn't lessen the shock. How the hell did the Dreadborne Organization pull this off? What charm or magic had they used?
They knew their secret skills. And for those with unique bloodlines or secret gene races, the shock was even worse. Duplication of bloodlines was unheard of—at least not at one hundred percent accuracy. But this... this was one hundred percent.
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At the newly built headquarters of the Dreadborne Organization, the generals sat around a circular table.
"What do you think? Have you seen sons of the plane or people with incredible luck—be it good or bad?" Linkir asked calmly as everyone around the table smiled. They had.
