" Curse." Feran quietly said.
" What? A curse?" Troy was confused.
' Yes, it's a curse. Feran, did you see when he cast it?'
" No, I didn't, I don't know when, wait, could it be at that moment?" Feran said.
" Looks like you caught onto something," Troy replied.
" Wait, I do know, when he made those clones he was whispering something, what if he was chanting a cursed spell? Does that mean he cursed the clones to make them multiple every time one or more of them dies?" Feran was thinking the hardest he could.
' Well then, you may be correct. A curse is something that never wears off unless we do something about the one responsible, but how do we find him in this crowd of clones?' Odo asked through their minds.
" I don't know, and we can't blow a wave of them away again otherwise they'll only multiply. It would convenient if we could get rid of them all at once, but that's an impossible task to fulfill."
