Zeke held his grip around Monty's throat as he flew through the air at insane speeds. They were flying over the hundreds of thousands of duplicates below them. Some of the duplicates tried towering to reach their original body in the sky. Others tried throwing their weapon and shooting their bow. However, not a single thing made it towards them,
It was as if a rift in reality was separating the two as they floated. Zeke was donned in his enchanted, black armor. Even as he was trying to get Monty away from the battle scene, he tired crushing his throat in his hand. It felt like he was trying to destroy a mountain in his grip.
When Zeke finally disappeared far beyond the reach of his clones, he crashed Monty in the ground with all his might and drew his sword.
"You're going to pay for what you did to me bastard. Your first mistake was daring to show your face on our front doorstep."
