"All clones. Assemble."
Sunny's voice wasn't loud, but it carried the weight of absolute authority. Before the echo of his order had even faded, the shadows around the throne twisted and enlarged.
Swish. Swish. Swish.
Eleven figures stepped out of the nothingness. They were identical to Sunny in height and build, clad in the same cosmic robe, their faces hidden behind identical cosmic masks.
These were the Soulless Clones.
Unlike the sixteen Soul Clones who were currently ravaging the outer multiverse and expanding the empire, these eleven were empty vessels.
They possessed no independent will, no ambition and no soul to lose. They were extensions of Sunny's own consciousness. Puppets that will follow every order that Sunny gives them.
Sunny looked down at his legion of selves.
"You should already be aware of the auction and the trap I have laid to catch the rats," Sunny said, though he didn't really need to speak.
