For him, this battle was entirely under control, not too taxing while ensuring the ultimate goal is achieved.
The puppet's three arms simultaneously lifted their weapons, closing in coldly on the clone that had lost most of its combat power.
Its steps were steady and forceful, like fate itself, unstoppable.
"Impossible... It shouldn't be like this..."
The clone murmured, the light in its eyes growing dimmer, turning into a dead gray:
"I've absorbed so much power... so many clones... from those Awakened... I should have..."
"It has nothing to do with the energy you've absorbed. The reason for your defeat is simply because the origin of the main component that makes up you is in my hands."
Ron finally spoke, his voice calm.
The clone's pupils contracted sharply, as if it finally understood something, a look of realization flashing in its eyes: "Are you saying..."
