He didn't get any experience points for killing a replica. But he didn't mind. He'd be collecting a hefty sum when he took down the original.
The real Agra, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and respect took a hasty step back.
"Get him!" he shrieked, gesturing towards Michael as the other replicas, their grins widening, swarmed the God of Darkness, their daggers flashing in the moonlight.
Seeing an opportunity, Agra raised his arms towards the sky, his laughter echoing through the forest, a chilling sound that made the very air crackle with chaotic energy.
