The plains of Fathomi stretched endlessly before the army of Naryashui's duplicates, a desolate expanse of cracked earth and smoldering ash under a crimson sky that pulsed with latent aftermath of destruction.
Regardless of the history behind these scars, the marching lunatics of madness didn't care.
The horde of rabbit-like humanoids marched in eerie unison, their reddish-brown cloaks fluttering like bloodstained banners, their red eyes glinting with feral anticipation like sharpened edges in the sea of madness.
Their claw-like arms twitched with restless energy, some clutching Curio Items—blades that hummed with voidfire, talismans that shimmered with entropic light, or orbs that pulsed with corrosive mist.
A single one of them could take down ten if not fifty of the average Voidlings, and if qualified within a Void Hunter Chapter, one of the duplicate, mirroring their original if not more—should be as strong if not stronger than a Grade B or even a Grade A Void Hunter.
