Damian stared across the battlefield at the ninety-nine remaining Bachi clones with an odd calmness in his eyes. His Asmodeus eyes were capable of piercing through many forms of concealment, especially those created through unique artifacts or bloodline abilities.
However, Bachi had not truly hidden himself. The Rakshasa had simply suppressed his own presence until it matched the signatures of his clones perfectly. Every figure carried the same amount of demonic force. Every heartbeat felt identical. Every soul fluctuation had been carefully reduced until the original became indistinguishable from the copies.
It was an intelligent move.
