Jax slowly opened his eyes. In front of him, the golden cloud condensed, swirling faster until it solidified into a body. The silhouette shaped into muscles, skin, hair… and finally, there it was: identical to him. The clone.
The duplicate took his first deep breath, his gaze empty like a shell, or a machine waiting for orders. The only strange thing was that he was completely naked.
Jax smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well… if you're gonna walk among mortals, we can't have you looking like a savage."
He pulled out a dark robe from his ring and draped it over the clone's bare body. Then he raised his voice.
"Tala. Come here for a moment."
The blacksmith appeared from the shelter, arms stained with soot, still holding a hammer. Her eyes widened at the sight of another identical Jax.
"What the hell is…?"
