[The Fortress — The Throne Room]
BAM!!
"My Lord!! We are under attack!!"
The reinforced doors burst open, splintering under the force. Five men rushed inside, breathing heavily, their weapons drawn but useless against the fear gripping them.
They froze on track, staring not at their masters, but at the young boy with black hair and a bored expression sitting casually on the throne. They subconsciously turned their heads to the side, seeing their Boss—Zama—on his knees, sweat running down his face in torrents.
"I actually thought I can finally show my strength, only to discover your Boss is a clone." Destiny said, his tone dark and cold, sending a shiver through the room that had nothing to do with the temperature.
"Clone?"
The five bandits were confused. They knew their Master was in here with the ten figures who called themselves the Commandments. But now, they rush in only to discover their leader is nothing but a energy construct.
