Amber surveyed the surrounding carnage, the remnants of the blackguards' defenses lying in disarray, along with a lot of these guys' bodies.
The Chimaeric Demons, Erik's clones, had made quick work of their enemy.
It had been so fast that those present there, and not being Erik's clones, were shivering a little.
What was even more surprising was that despite the insane battle that transpired within this building, the clones' white uniforms remained pristine, with not a single drop of blood staining the fabric.
It was an eerie sight, one that sent a shiver down Amber's spine.
Mira, Emily, and June stood nearby. They had barely lifted a finger; the Chimaeric Demons had handled everything with an efficiency that was both terrifying and impressive and was also the reason everyone felt dread.
