In comparison to the first clone Sam had summoned, this one, brought forth by the upgraded [Forsaken Clone] skill, looked noticeably different.
Back then, the clone's aura was mostly orange, drawn solely from the [Chaos] affinity.
But now, its body was wrapped in three distinct colors: deep black from [Shadow], searing orange from [Chaos], and a pale silver from [Void].
The hues swirled around the clone's body, clashing and twisting, each one seemingly trying to rise above the others.
And its eyes... Once dull and blank, they were now glowing crimson.
It still wielded the [Primordial Sword] like before, but despite its familiar shape, Sam could feel a difference.
This clone was him, his power, his instincts, his aura, but distorted.
Sam remained stronger overall, yet this copy gave off something far more intense than raw power: it exuded a constant, suffocating killing intent.
That sensation never faded. It lingered in the air like a storm waiting to strike.
