Snapping out of his wild fantasies, Ulric lowered his head and stared at the two cocoons. He then delved back into exploring the full range of his Shadow Monarch talent.
Apart from strengthening all his previous abilities to an absurd degree, he could feel that the talent had birthed entirely new ones. As he unraveled them one by one, the smile on his face kept widening.
"Shadow Clone," he breathed.
His figure was instantly encapsulated in darkness. Hazy mirages split off from him until nearly ten copies stood at his side.
Ulric's brow arched. "Nice."
Each clone wielded a little over twenty-five percent of his strength. Further cloning reduced their power even more, but that didn't diminish how wondrous the ability was.
If he didn't have his spiritual field, he wouldn't have been able to tell the clones apart from the original. A little terrifying considering his enhanced senses.
