The inbred's aura led us to an old dilapidated church. Each of its windows was defiled with some kind of crack. Most of the windows were even completely shattered. The entire structure jutted out of the otherwise pristine landscape like a sore thumb. Paying no mind to the dead trees surrounding the church, I focused on the presence inside.
183 clones. There was nothing in there that felt like the source anymore. Whatever it was had fled. Something told me that if I attempted to ignore the clones and follow him through some other path, his clones would be able to move themselves and block that path.
In other words, there was nothing to do but fight.
Turning to the other soldier, I said, "There are exactly 183 clones in there. I can tell that you've suffered multiple other injuries, so I'd advise you to leave them to me. "
