The Crimson darkness that had received Ereg's energy by absorbing his blood was slowly transforming into something larger, perhaps even intelligent.
Dozens of clots of darkness turned into silhouettes that looked suspiciously like Ereg himself, they were the same height and size, and the silhouettes even had the distinctive fur that most Beastfolks possessed.
However, the clones had no faces, and details of their bodies such as muscles were not visible due to the thick shroud of darkness completely obscuring them. The Clones' gazes were directed towards Gael - their only target that had been on top in their battle for far too long.
"Looks like you've finally decided to get on my level, doesn't it?" Gael uttered with a thoughtful expression. In fact, he wasn't entirely sure, as Ereg's previously powerful aura was now calm. He didn't know if it was because of the clones or some other reason.
