Cael's body felt weak.
His legs trembled beneath him, barely able to support his weight. His mind was still reeling from the scream, his ears ringing with a high-pitched whine that refused to fade.
Every sound felt distant, muffled, as if he were underwater. His vision blurred and sharpened in uneven waves.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand. The ground swayed beneath his feet. He used his sword to steady himself, the blade digging into the earth.
'I need to bring them back.'
He slowly raised his hand and lightly cut his finger with the edge of his blade.
Two drops of blood welled up and fell to the ground. The droplets shimmered, then expanded, taking shape.
Within seconds, the Black Lightning Clone and Frostflame Clone stood before him, their forms solid and alert.
The clones moved without hesitation. One took Cael's arm, supporting his weight. The other approached Junior, who was still on his knees, blood dripping from his ears.
