No one knew if it was because Lance knocked on the door a bit too hard, or because he forgot to bring a gift.
But Lance could feel that the Ancestor had taken control of this pocket of space, and that sudden appearance just now was the power of the Limping Walker traversing the void...
"So you still foolishly believe you're independent of the whole, but I understand all of this better—and I will, properly, demonstrate it to you."
The Ancestor didn't give Lance much time to think. As he spoke, he spread his hands and raised them, his fingers forming a strange gesture.
Perfect Copy!
In an instant the arena was torn open by blood-colored tendrils, and several perfect copies, almost identical to the Ancestor, erupted from within.
Lance and the others naturally didn't waste words, they simply raised their weapons and fired.
"Kill them!"
As the words left his mouth, the bullet instantly struck the first emerging Ancestor—the true body—right in the head, blowing it apart.
