Princess Eshala halted her deep meditation.
After losing a 'part' of her self, she spent most of her time in this state, trying to 'fix' herself.
It just didn't work out.
Even though the part she lost was equivalent to a clone, it was more than just a dumb clone.
It was only a rank 9 copy but it had 'life' in ways a normal clone wouldn't. It was supposed to break the borders, sneak in and
If she had been a rank 2, she'd have recovered long ago. But as a peak rank 1, it was going to take a few more centuries on top of the five hundred years that already passed.
"I hate that woman…" Isadora's arrogant face flashed in her mind.
Until then, Eshala mostly moved behind the scenes. People didn't even know her rank or achievements.
But that one battle where Isadora defeated her clone and sealed it off caused a huge stir in the Empire.
