The moment the clone revived, its crimson eyes widened, and its twisted smile stretched even more than before.
An overwhelming wave of killing intent burst out from its body.
It was so sharp, so suffocating, that even the jesters, who had been entirely focused on Sam, suddenly froze.
Their eyes widened as they turned around, instincts screaming at them.
But by then... it was already too late.
Fwish! Slash!
The [Forsaken Clone] surged forward like a streak of crimson light.
Its primordial sword charged with power, it slashed once at Vinn, the jester with the whipping mask, cleanly slicing his body in half in a single blow.
"WHY WON'T YOU STAY DEAD?!" Grint roared, panic finally flooding his voice as he watched his companion fall.
Mirla, too, was shocked.
Her smiling mask flared with energy as she began to channel magic, in a desperate attempt to prepare a defense or perhaps retaliate.
But Sam didn't give her the chance.
He raised a single finger and pointed forward.
BOOM!
