The clone's mind was too complex for the sword to immediately take over. It would have to tear through layers and layers of mental barriers, so the clone was safe for a very long time.
Silva picked up the king and made a portal back to Lily's lab in the labyrinth. The labyrinth was pretty much empty now, with only the abominations in the upper floors.
He arrived at her lab and contacted her to come. She arrived in minutes.
"You seem to have been calling for my help more often these past few days," she said as she arrived.
"Indeed, I have, but what choice do I have? I can only depend on you for certain things," Silva replied.
"Well, with your brain, if you just studied a bit, you would easily surpass me. So, what do you want me to do?" she asked.
Silva pointed at the sword in the hand of the clone. The moment she saw it, her face grew serious. "Release the sword at the count of three," she said.
The clone nodded and waited for her count.
