"He is coming... You can negotiate directly with him."
The Space Clone's words hung in the air like a final verdict.
Junior felt confused.
"Who's coming?"
But deep down, he had a guess. A terrible, sinking guess.
Before anyone could answer, the Wind Clone groaned loudly.
"Why me?"
The other clones turned to look at him. Their expressions were not sympathetic. They were gloating. Enjoying his discomfort.
The Wind Clone let out a heavy sigh.
"Fine."
Then he was gone.
One moment, he stood among them. The next moment, the space he had occupied was empty, as if he had never been there at all.
In his place, a new figure materialized.
The air changed instantly.
Junior did not see the figure clearly at first. His newly awakened mana vision was still recovering, still adjusting. But he did not need to see. He could feel.
