"Damn you."
Even though Junior was cursing, the clones did not care. His words slid off them like water off stone.
Junior had fallen into the deepest part of the abyss.
'How… how did it come to this?'
His mind raced, grasping for answers that would not come.
One moment, he had been in control, centuries of knowledge, the heavenly book, the power to regress through death.
The next moment, four lunatics with identical voices had stripped everything away.
'Am I going to become a slave to these lunatics?'
No.
This could not be happening. Not to him. He could not accept this.
Junior gritted his teeth. His jaw ached from the pressure. His nails bit into his palms hard enough to draw blood.
"OVER MY DEAD BODY. I AM NOT SOMEONE THE LIKES OF YOU CAN STEP ON."
The words tore from his throat like a battle cry.
And something inside him shifted.
Junior's WILL began to resonate with his class.
