Each clone was capable of unleashing powerful techniques—perhaps not the full meteor swarm, but close. Fire rains. Lightning storms. Light lances that could pierce through mountains. And if their mana reserves ran low, they could simply reach through the bond and borrow more from the original. The connection between them was seamless, instantaneous, unbreakable.
And through that same bond, they shared senses. Whatever a clone saw, Gabriel would see. Whatever a clone heard, Gabriel would hear. He would witness every kill, every explosion, every moment of carnage as if he were there himself.
Three of me, he thought, his cross-shaped pupils gleaming. Three archangels, spreading death across this dungeon.
He raised his hand to his chin, considering his next move.
Lilith had her shadow army. He had his clones. The competition had just become far more interesting.
