The clone raised its hand, void shadows rippling across its arm. Its concealment would have to drop here. The pulse from the pearl was too strong meaning Elizabeth was not that far.
A tiny flame burned in its palm, it was faint yet dangerous. It didn't give off heat or light; it just existed, eating at the space around it. The Flame of Destruction, a fragment of the power Leon had shared before the clone departed.
only to be used when necessary.
Now was necessary.
The clone pressed its palm to the wall. Instantly, the flame winked out, snuffed by its own purpose. Silence followed for half a breath… then a low hiss began to crawl through the wall as destruction spread like ink in water, consuming everything in its path.
The clone retreated, its body blending into shadow behind a collapsed column.
Then—
BOOM.
