The battlefield was frozen in a moment of stunned silence. The six billion Gods watching through Thea's broadcast, the 200-plus demigods of Veridia, the 16 allied Gods, and even Adam; all had their senses locked onto a single, impossible event.
Edgar had just, with a single blink, bypassed Sunny's guard and sliced his first clone in two.
The triumphant laughter of the demon god still echoed in the void, a sound of victorious malice.
The Gods of the Pantheon gasped, a collective shockwave of terror. Their Emperor… a part of their Emperor… had just been killed.
But then, as Edgar was still reveling in his kill, his red, circular eyes wide with pleasure, a new portal, identical to the one Sunny had first arrived through, tore open in the void.
From it, a new figure, robed in the same cosmic majesty, masked in the same cosmic mask, stepped out.
It was Clone Number One. Reborn and radiating the exact same power as the one Edgar had just annihilated.
