"You can't defeat me," Vault said evenly. "Everything about you has been predicted. The outcome of this battle was decided the moment you showed up."
Aaron's eyes narrowed.
"I'm being led by someone?" he scoffed. "Don't joke with me."
A faint, dangerous smile appeared on his face.
"I, Aaron Highborn… cannot be controlled."
"So you haven't noticed? How disappointing, Aaron," Vault said, his tone laced with mockery.
"My employer knew you would attempt to analyze the sword the moment you realized it was unique. And by doing so, you would create your clones… part of your new approach to being more active with them after fighting alone for so long," he continued, almost like a lecturer explaining a lesson.
"That gave me the perfect opportunity to utilize the sword's main ability while your clones pinned me down. From the moment this game started, Aaron… you've been moving exactly like a chess piece."
Aaron exhaled slowly, irritation flashing across his face.
