Emery found Ronan back in his lair not long afterward, already waiting for him. Without much preamble, Ronan swept one arm through the air, and three corpses materialized in the space between them.
"My collection of Three Cosmos corpses."
Emery immediately understood where this was going. "And how many clones are you looking to trade for them?"
Ronan's smile widened. "All twenty of your clones."
Emery couldn't hide his disbelief. All twenty? Not just a portion of his allotment?
Ronan laid out the offer plainly. He would give Emery all three Three Cosmos corpses in exchange for the entire twenty-clone allotment, and cover the twenty billion spirit stones required to retrieve the clones. It was a straightforward trade, but the value of the three corpses was obviously far greater than their price suggested.
