The primordial clone shot through the air until it reached the enormous golden eye that stared down from the first tower.
Compared to the eye, the clone was nothing but a speck, a shadow against a mountain of flesh and light.
Yet the clone showed no fear.
It hovered in place, wings beating once as it raised its primordial sword.
Dark energy swirled along the blade as it focused its power for a single strike.
Then it swung.
Eclypse Slash!
A crescent of raw force, black and silver, ripped forward.
The slash was half the size of the eyeball itself, a massive wave of destruction that cut through the air with a shriek.
SLASH!
The blade of energy struck.
The giant eye convulsed, a spray of thick golden blood bursting outward as the eyelid slammed shut in pain.
The entire tower groaned and trembled as if wounded to its core.
The clone lowered its sword and watched in silence, a twisted grin carved into its face.
