Even the soldiers engaged in battle below momentarily paused, their weapons suspended mid-swing as they gazed upward at the breathtaking spectacle unfolding in the sky. General Autumn stood encircled by thousands of identical Friedrichs, each one bearing the same golden-eyed stare, the same imperious posture, creating a panorama both magnificent and terrifying.
Autumn's eyes darted frantically from one Friedrich to another, struggling to discern which, if any, was the genuine article. After several moments of assessment, his expression hardened with resolve. "They're just clones," he muttered, reaching a decision. With a bellowing war cry, he charged blindly toward the nearest cluster of Friedrichs.
