"Huh?"
Patricia and Executioner suddenly appeared, stumbling as if shoved through a door.
"Weren't we in battle at the border? How did we appear here?" Executioner asked, disoriented.
"Big Brother!!!"
Patricia screamed, seeing Night Ghost on his knees, his face a ruin of blood and meat.
"This?!!" Executioner froze. He stared at the fallen leader, then at the smoking figure. "Is this...?"
"Yes... He is the real master behind the Blood Tower Organization," Night Ghost rasped as Patricia rushed to help him stand.
Marriott stared at the figure. Even as a clone, it was ten times stronger than him. And that Blood Tower in the sky was charging up something catastrophic.
"Who really are you?" Marriott asked, bracing himself.
"I am known as the Saint of Blood! Fighting me is useless. You can't win," the Clone stated. He raised a single finger, pointing it at Marriott.
"I don't have time to spare with you... So one attack is all I need."
