After sharing a meal together, Arcadius and Berkah sat in silence, and the little boy eventually fell asleep on Berkah's lap.
But Berkah didn't have the luxury to stay and coddle him, so he opted to create a clone and passed on that responsibility to it.
As usual, the clone did not take a liking to Berkah's request nor his presence.
It was strangely even more stubborn than the first clone that Berkah had already dispatched into the village to investigate.
But the clone eventually relented after Berkah punched it a few times.
Berkah considered the fact that when the clone eventually returned to mud, he would have memories of beating himself up, which filled him with displeasure.
FLAP! FLAP!
Berkah beat his wings and pierced through the scattering clouds above, taking a deep breath of the fresh air that was a stark contrast to the smell of decay that inhabited the village below him.
