The ceiling of my room stared back at me.
I lay there for a moment longer.
My clone was dead. I'd felt it the instant the connection severed—a clean snap, like a thread pulled too tight finally giving.
No pain on my end. Just absence, and then the memories bleeding back into me like water finding its level.
I sat up slowly and rested my arms across my knees.
Everything went into that final strike. Bloodline. Magic. Qi. Every reserve burned dry in a single push.
And I still lost.
If he was already that strong, what were the ones who subdued him like?
Shaking the negatives thoughts away, I checked on my team first.
Fortunately, everyone was able to evacuate in time.
When Alexa heard the noise thundering across the sky, she ordered everyone to fall back before things got worse. Which was a very smart move.
For now, I decided to leave that tower alone.
