One week later.
Over at another corner of the universe.
"You wouldn't seem to understand," Kael's clone stated calmly as his blonde mustache shivered above his tight lips, "I am the only salvation that you will ever have in this lifetime…"
He spoke with authority and confidence, gazing daringly at the giant flaming birds perched around him.
In the midst of all these blazing avians, the All-King stood there completely unscathed and without a single scratch on his body or a single burnt fabric on his clothes.
Thousands of Phoenixes surrounded him at this point, covering every mode of exit and escape for this clone.
"You killed Eleanor," One of the bigger Phoenixes exclaimed, roaring in the process and sending out a torrent of flames that burst into the orange sky.
The world shook and the ground began to melt.
Kael tilted his head slightly and looked at the ground. His two feet were dozens of meters off the ground and the molten magma flowed effortlessly under him.
