"What?"
Sunny's exclamation echoed through the vastness of the Throne Room, bouncing off the pillars.
He sat up straight, his hands gripping the armrests of his throne, his eyes wide behind his mask.
He was waiting for the drain of 110 Quadrillion faith. An amount so big that would make any God explode with envy.
He had braced himself for emptying most of his faith reserves, to create the two new clones with this new talent of Soul-Cloning.
But nothing happened.
Well, not nothing. There were changes, certainly.
The first sensation was disorienting but familiar. His vision was cracked and divided, or rather we should say it multiplied.
Suddenly, he wasn't just seeing the throne room from his Throne. He was also seeing it from two other distinct points standing directly in front of his throne.
He could see himself sitting on the throne, confused from this strange event happening.
This was Split Vision.
