In the same dimly lit, flickering screens lining the walls, each one displaying a different scene, a different battle.
The air was thick with anticipation.
A group of soldiers, from various ranks, stood in silence, their eyes locked on the screens.
Colonel Vazeryth stood at the front of the room, his eyes sharp, analyzing every movement with meticulous care.
His uniform was pristine, the insignia of his rank gleaming under the dim lights.
Beside him stood Lieutenant Darren and Corporal Daniel, though their focus was entirely on the screen, unable to tear their gaze away from the combat they were witnessing.
The room was filled with the soft hum of the monitors, the only sound breaking the silence.
On the screen, the fight had already reached its peak.
The real Anthony was battling against his clone, a perfect replica with the knowledge of his battle experience.
