One of his clones was dead.
The realization hit Alex like a punch to the gut.
He hadn't expected one to die this soon.
"How did it happen?"
The question burned in his mind, but there was no time to dwell on it.
He wasn't worried. Didn't have to be.
Just curious.
As he dove forward, vines lashed out at him—thick, twisting tendrils aiming to wrap around his limbs and drag him down.
Alex twisted midair, narrowly dodging as the vines cracked against the ground where he had just been. Too close.
His suspicions were right.
Varkos—the summoned beast—was insanely strong.
Maybe too strong for his clones to handle.
But they had to.
He needed them to hold Varkos back, or he'd have no chance of dealing with the real threat standing in front of him—
The Grim Lord.
Alex gritted his teeth.
If he wanted to win this fight, he couldn't just rely on brute force.
He needed to use everything in his arsenal.
All of it.
