While Alden was being taught a lesson he never asked for, somewhere else—deep within the boundless world of the Stellar Expanse—a man cloaked in white sat cross-legged upon a floating island of mist.
The clouds moved softly beneath him as if breathing with him.
Then, without a warning, he started coughing blood.
A dark splatter of crimson stained his snow-white robe.
"What is happening?"
His fingers trembled as he wiped his mouth.
"Someone has eliminated my clone." He muttered softly, closing his eyes.
He tried to understand what had happened… but he couldn't retrieve any information from the clone.
It was as if… the clone had never existed to begin with.
"But who could do such a thinh… in a low tier world like that?" He frowned.
He stood up slowly.
The clouds around him trembled, then began to rise.
And one by one, they merged with his body as if they had always belonged there.
His white robes rippled as the sky froze.
