"Damn it, we took a loss for nothing," Roger grumbled, his frustration evident as he gritted his teeth.
"It would have been fine if we had gotten King's corpse. But we didn't get that, we didn't recruit Ray, and we only got beaten by him…" Elyon sighed, his body barely moving as he was carried by the black-cloaked figure.
"You two are useless," the cloaked figure remarked coldly.
"This isn't our fault. We did kill King, but who knew he had another clone?" Roger muttered.
"According to the Seer, King has three clones," the cloaked figure continued. "One was supposedly used when he fought with Ray in the past, another was lost when he fought Ray again, and the last clone was lost fighting you two. He must be at the end of his rope."
"Really, though," Roger mused, feeling his entire body burnt. "Wasn't he supposed to be a calamity that would drown the world, even becoming a true King?"
