Fwish! SMASH!
The [Judge Monarch] closed the distance between itself and Sam in an instant.
It moved like a blur, all four of its arms swinging at once, each carrying a scale meant to crush, shatter, and overwhelm.
But—
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The blows connected.
Yet the one struck wasn't Sam. It was the clone.
Since the [Primordial Clone] had already died once and been brought back, its cooldowns had reset completely.
That meant its [Primordial Barrier] had returned as well, shimmering faintly around its body like a translucent armor of cosmic glass.
'Do everything in your power to protect me from the scales.'
The command left Sam's thoughts and reached the clone instantly, and the duplicate obeyed without hesitation, intercepting the incoming barrage.
"It seems that you still have a few tricks up your sleeve," the monarch grinned, voice echoing from all three sides of its twisted face, "But so do we."
