"Both Clone 1 and Clone 3 are dead. I should hurry to the Clone 2.''
Mors did not cure his left hand because it would require a substantial quantity of mana.
Pant! Pant! Clone 2 is panting heavily.
(I have virtually no mana left, even with the
Clone 2 squints his eyes toward the explosion.
Smoke is rising high up in the sky.
Shine! Shine! A golden light shines in the smoke.
Cough! Cough! Sluprt! Maximus throws out blood from his lips.
His golden armour is destroyed. There are many wounds on his body. He is barely able to stand still.
"You have truly angered me.'' Maximus roars. His golden eyes shine.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Swish! Swish! Swish! He fires numerous plasma bullets at Clone 2.
Clone 2 did not attack.
(It is all up to you, original.) He accepted his death.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
