[Kamala's Point of View]
I opened my eyes abruptly as my body sat up immediately wherever I was. I felt the softness of some fabrics. I touched and felt them, realizing it was a bed. But I wondered: Whose bed is this?
My breathing was ragged. My forehead was sweating.
When Jhon shouted my name, I was completely terrified. How could I not be? Right before he said it, there had been a voice that was anything but human.
Given the depth and gravity of it, it wasn't hard to understand that it was something immense.
So that thing must have put Jhon in serious trouble—so much so that I had to wish for the end of the apocalypse. Though I didn't expect him to have accumulated enough emotions already; I thought it would take much longer. Maybe he managed to gather them while we were fighting the huge number of guards on the submarine...
After finishing breathing to calm my turbulent heart, I began to look around.
That's when tears started welling up in my eyes. "N-no way." I murmured, getting out of bed quickly.
I went to the poster next to me, one I had remembered forever. It was a male model poster I bought with Kate!
I was in my house!
"W-we did it." I ran my hands over my face, wiping away my tears. My signature black hair was stuck from the humidity.
"Kamala!" A voice called from outside the room, startling me. My pupils dilated completely. I recognized that voice!
"Mom!" I shouted urgently as I ran to the door. My previous attempt to wipe my eyes failed because now I was crying again.
"Did something happen, honey?!" My mother shouted in alarm upon hearing my trembling voice.
Click.
The door opened as she entered the room.
"Kama—" She didn't get to finish. I threw myself at her, hugging her tightly while sobbing into her chest.
Muneeba Khan was bewildered.
Her daughter, her Kamala, her mischievous little girl who always had endless energy, was clinging to her as if she hadn't seen her in years. As if she'd been lost in the desert and finally found water.
"Kamala, beta, what's wrong?" Muneeba asked softly, her voice full of concern. Her hands moved automatically—one stroking her daughter's hair, the other holding her firmly. "Did you have a nightmare?"
I couldn't speak. Words got stuck in my throat, drowned by sobs. I could only hug her tighter, feeling the familiar warmth of her body, smelling the scent of cardamom and jasmine that always accompanied her—the smell that meant home.
I'd forgotten what it felt like. I'd forgotten how safe it was to be in my mother's arms.
In the zombie apocalypse, every day was survival. Every night was terror. There was no room to be vulnerable, to just be... a girl who missed her mom.
But now...
"Shh, shh, it's okay, meri jaan," Muneeba murmured, rocking me gently like when I was little. "I'm here. Mom is here."
Those simple words broke something inside me. I cried harder, my shoulders shaking.
Muneeba, though confused, asked no more questions. She just held her daughter, letting her cry as much as she needed.
After what felt like an eternity but was probably only minutes, my sobs gradually calmed. I pulled back slightly, wiping my face with my hands, probably looking like a total mess.
"I'm sorry, Ammi," I said hoarsely. "I just... had a really, really bad dream."
Muneeba looked at me with those warm dark eyes that always seemed to see straight into the soul. She raised her hand and gently wiped away a tear that had escaped. "It must have been terrible to make you cry like this."
Terrible didn't even begin to describe it. Watching the people you love turn into monsters. Seeing your city, your home, destroyed. Seeing death and despair every day. Fighting for your life constantly. Believing you'd never see your family again...
But now I was here. And all of it was just... a nightmare? No. It had been real. But it no longer existed.
"Yes," was all I could say. "Really terrible."
Muneeba studied me for another moment, frowning. Then she sighed softly. "Do you want to talk about it?"
I shook my head quickly. How could I explain it? "Oh yeah, Ammi, I was trapped in a zombie apocalypse for weeks, saw people die, fought the undead, met a mysterious guy who grants wishes and basically saved the world. How was your day?"
Yeah, that would go over super well.
"No," I finally said. "I just... want to stay here with you for a while."
Muneeba smiled softly, pure maternal love. "Always, beta. Always."
She hugged me again, and I let myself sink into that embrace, memorizing every detail. The warmth. The scent. The safety.
'I'm home. I'm really home.'
---
While Kamala talked with her parents and brother.
[Kate Bishop's Point of View]
I opened my eyes slowly, feeling the softness of a real mattress beneath me. A real mattress—not the hard floor of a shelter or the uncomfortable seat of a stolen car.
I sat up abruptly, my hand instinctively reaching for where my bow should be.
It wasn't there.
My breathing quickened as my eyes scanned the room. And then I froze.
'My room.'
The lavender walls. The desk full of archery trophies. The Hawkeye posters I'd collected since I was a kid. The framed photo of Mom and me at my academy graduation.
"No way..." I murmured, getting out of bed on shaky legs.
I went to the window and yanked open the curtains. Manhattan sunlight poured in, and what I saw took my breath away.
The city. Alive. Moving. No zombies shuffling in the streets. No burning buildings. No screams of terror.
Just... New York being New York.
My hands trembled as I pressed them against the cold glass. "We did it," I whispered, my voice breaking. "We really did it."
The last thing I remembered was being on the submarine, fighting those damn Zemo guards. Jhon shouting Kamala's name, and her saying something weird. And then...
Then I woke up here.
It wasn't hard to figure out that what Kamala said had everything to do with this. Just from the fact that her first word was "wish."
Tears started falling before I could stop them. I covered my mouth with both hands, trying to hold back the sobs threatening to escape.
All those weeks—or months? I didn't even know anymore—of constant terror. Sleeping with one eye open. Watching people die. Nearly dying myself more times than I could count.
It was over.
"Kate? Are you awake, honey?"
I froze at that voice. The voice I thought I'd never hear again.
My bedroom door opened, and there she was.
Eleanor Bishop. My mother.
Dressed in one of her impeccable business suits, hair perfectly styled, holding a coffee mug in one hand and her phone in the other.
"Mom," I whispered in disbelief. The woman who saved my friends and me with her bunker, the one I wanted to see and hug one last time.
Eleanor tilted her head, frowning slightly. "Are you okay? You look... pale. Didn't sleep well?"
I couldn't speak. Words stuck in my throat.
"Kate, seriously, what's wrong?" Eleanor fully entered the room, setting her coffee on my desk. "You're acting really strange."
I didn't think. I just crossed the room in three strides and hugged her.
Eleanor tensed in surprise. We weren't exactly the hugging type of family, especially not after Dad died, but after a second, her arms carefully wrapped around me.
"Kate..." her voice softened. "Honey, what happened?"
"Nothing," I lied, my voice muffled against her shoulder. "I just... had a horrible nightmare. That's all."
Eleanor held me a moment longer, then gently pulled back to look at my face. Her gray-blue eyes—the same as mine—studied me with that intensity she reserved for business dealings.
"It must have been truly awful," she finally said. "You haven't hugged me like this since you were twelve."
I let out a shaky laugh, quickly wiping my eyes. "Yeah, well... it was really, really bad."
Eleanor watched me for another moment, clearly wanting to ask more but deciding not to push. She was good at that—knowing when to let things be.
"Okay," she said finally, smoothing her suit. "Well, if you need to talk about it, I'm here. Though..." she checked her watch, "I have a meeting in two hours, but I can cancel if—"
"No," I interrupted quickly, smiling despite everything. "No, it's fine. Go to your meeting. I'm okay. I promise."
She looked at me skeptically but nodded. "If you're sure..." She picked up her coffee again. "There are fresh bagels in the kitchen if you're hungry. And Kate," she paused at the door, turning back to me, "seriously, if you need anything, call me. Okay?"
"Okay, Mom. Thanks."
When she left, I collapsed back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.
The Bishop apartment. My home. With my mother alive and well, worrying about business meetings and fresh bagels like the world hadn't almost ended.
Because for her, it never had. For her, yesterday was just another normal day.
But for me... for me, yesterday had been hell. And the day before. And the one before that.
I closed my eyes, letting relief wash over me like a wave.
'Thank you, Jhon,' I thought. 'Wherever you are now... thank you for giving this back to us.'
I lay there for several more minutes, just breathing. Listening to the city sounds outside. Traffic. Distant sirens. Life going on.
Beautiful normal sounds I'd taken for granted my whole life.
I'd never take them for granted again.
Finally, I got up, feeling some of my usual energy returning. I went to my closet and opened it.
All my clothes were there. Clean. Organized. No bloodstains or grime.
I quickly changed into jeans and a comfy hoodie, then stood in front of the mirror.
Kate Bishop stared back. Dark hair loose over my shoulders. Gray eyes tired but relieved.
I looked... normal. Like nothing had happened.
I smiled faintly at my reflection. "Welcome home, Bishop."
I left my room, ready to rediscover the world we'd saved.
Then a thought hit me, making my eyes widen. "Right! They're probably heading to that café."
I moved fast to grab my jacket and hurried out of the house. I want to see my friends again!
.....
[First Person - Jhon]
Unaware of the three women's reunions—they won't be out and about for about 2 months in the fic.
In the forest outside New York. Specifically 100 meters from the Bishop shelter.
I was lying on the ground with arms and legs spread out. My gaze was on the sky, watching the vast clouds and birds dancing.
I'd stopped using my Eternal form, not wanting that damn Celestial to notice me.
After granting Kamala's wish, I appeared here, next to my tent.
"Should I go to them?..." I murmured softly, debating whether to go see my new "friends."
I can't lie—a part of me is still scared. Putting my current feelings in perspective, it's like: being rich in your neighborhood, knowing you are, but not being too proud about it. Yet a part of you still is.
Then suddenly a billionaire comes to buy your house at all costs, shattering your security and that little pride you had for having money. Just because he liked the house.
That's how I feel.
"Haa," I sighed audibly, calming my body. Even with the strength to wipe out a town, even with the energy to destroy a city—all of it, and it was still utter crap against the Judge.
"Meh, better not go..." I murmured again. After that incident, I want to enter my dimension and sleep peacefully for a whole day. You know, I don't even need to sleep that often! It's just that my mind is tired.
CRACK
I stood up from the ground. My body cracked.
Being still for too long had made it a bit stiff.
I moved my hand in front of me and opened it, examining it closely. Suddenly, cyan-blue energy began emanating from it, quickly crystallizing into a fist of pure Wakfu.
Then I channeled more energy from my body, and it grew to 1 meter.
"Well, it must be good for something." I shrugged. Kamala's powers in the MCU weren't that impressive. Maybe they'd be useful for trapping Elysra if she messes up my bed again.
An involuntary smile appeared on my face. "Let's see how the princess is doing."
I stopped creating the crystal fist and started walking toward the door. The entire front of my tactical suit was shredded. While my pants were intact.
I wondered: Do I have Hulk syndrome? Are my pants indestructible without me realizing?
I yawned a bit. Not even 3 seconds later, I was in front of the door.
I opened it without hesitation.
Click.
"ELYSRAAA!" I shouted, excited to see my little sister after 3 days. "Big brother is home!" I closed the door behind me and opened my arms, expecting a cannonball.
"..."
I stood there with arms open. No one was greeting me.
"Is she mad?" I scratched my head. I knew that for her, it had been practically 3 months, so I wasn't sure if something had changed.
"Maybe she's going through her rebellious phase..." I murmured. Though I'd prefer not—I don't want to wake up with crystals next to me. If I find any again, I'll send her to Warhammer!
Seeing that after 1 minute no one came, I expanded my perception, searching for life signs in the dimension.
Spotting a signature in the training room, I walked there. Obviously, I first passed by where my suits are. I already miss them!
.....
[Third Person]
Jhon walked through the familiar hallways of his dimension, now wearing a completely white suit that contrasted dramatically with his dark hair. The suit was impeccable—a three-piece jacket of pristine white with subtle seam details, a fitted vest accentuating his athletic build, and a silk white shirt underneath with a perfectly knotted tie. A luxury watch gleamed on his wrist, and small earrings adorned his ears.
He looked... the same as with the other suits. More mature. More elegant. Though the slightly worried expression on his face somewhat ruined the magazine-man image.
He reached the double doors of the training room and opened them.
What he saw made him stop dead.
FWOOOOSH!
A wave of silver energy—Stasis, the energy opposite to Wakfu—shot through the air like a bolt, striking one of the training dummies and instantly freezing it in time. The dummy was suspended in a crystalline energy bubble, completely motionless.
And the one responsible...
Was a dragon.
But not just any dragon. It was a majestic creature with pearly white scales that shimmered like pearls under the light. Its body was sleek yet powerful, about the size of a large horse, with elegant membranous wings. Golden horns curved back from its head, and ornamental accessories—golden chains and jewels—adorned its neck and legs like royalty. Its eyes were bright, intelligent gold.
The dragon was focused on its training, creating spheres of Stasis between its claws and hurling them at various targets with increasing precision.
Jhon blinked. Once. Twice. How the hell did she grow so much?
"E-Elysra?"
The dragon froze—ironically, without using Stasis—and its head snapped toward him.
For a moment, they just stared at each other.
Then the dragon opened its mouth, and a clear, feminine voice—still youthful but far more articulate than before—came out:
"BIG BROTHER!"
Before Jhon could fully process what was happening, the white dragon launched itself at him like a rocket-guided projectile.
"Wait, wait, wai—OOF!"
WHAM!
Elysra tackled him with the force of a freight train, sending him flying backward. Jhon, with his enhanced reflexes, managed to catch her and stay on his feet—barely—while the dragon coiled around him like an overexcited giant snake, its tail wagging so fast it created small gusts of wind.
"Big brother! Big brother! You're back! I thought you'd take longer! I missed you so much!" The words poured out as its snout repeatedly nudged his face, nearly knocking him over again.
Jhon laughed, genuinely surprised and relieved. He hugged her—or rather, held her firmly. "I missed you too, princess. But..." He pulled back slightly to get a better look, his eyes scanning her new draconic form. "What the hell happened to you? And since when can you talk so well? And since when are you a giant dragon?"
Elysra practically vibrated with excitement. "Oh! Oh! I have so much to tell you!" Her golden eyes sparkled. "Did you see? Did you see my form? Do you like it? I look amazing, right?"
"Elysra." Jhon gave her that patient big-brother look. "Questions first, showing off later."
The dragon made a sound remarkably like a pout. "Fine, fine." She uncoiled from him and stepped back, sitting on her hind legs like a very large, very elegant dog. "I started reading in the tent's library!"
Jhon blinked. "The library?"
"Yes! You know, those giant shelves full of books you used once and then tossed aside." Elysra looked at him like he was an idiot.
A vein popped on Jhon's forehead. "Hey, I read. Sometimes."
"Whatever," Elysra waved a claw dismissively, the gesture surprisingly human coming from a dragon. "The point is I found books about the Eliatropes and their twin dragons! There was SO MUCH about us! About our race, our abilities, our forms..." Her eyes lit up even more. "Turns out Eliatrope dragons can take multiple forms! Not just our true form, but smaller ones too so... you know, we don't accidentally destroy things."
Jhon crossed his arms, an amused smile on his lips. "So you read all that by yourself?"
"Yesss!" Elysra nodded vigorously, her golden horns gleaming. "It was hard at first because some words were weird, but I kept trying and..." She stopped, looking at him with eyes suddenly brimming with childlike emotion. "Big brother, I learned to read and speak properly! Like the adults!"
Jhon's expression genuinely softened. Despite all his sarcasm and attitude, seeing Elysra so proud of herself for learning something warmed his chest. "That's... really awesome, Elysra. I'm proud of you."
The dragon practically glowed at the praise. "And that's not all! Look, look, look—"
In a flash of silver light, the giant dragon began to shrink. Its form compressed and shifted, the white scales transforming into soft fur.
When the light faded, where the majestic dragon had been now stood...
A cat.
A fluffy white cat with fur like silk, subtle golden markings on its forehead reminiscent of its draconic horns, and those same intelligent golden eyes staring at him from an incredibly expressive feline face.
"Meow!" Elysra said in her normal voice, which sounded hilariously out of place coming from a cat. She sat and raised a paw, licking it as if it were the most natural thing.
Jhon stared at her.
"Pff hehehe"
Then he burst into laughter.
"What?!" Elysra stopped licking, her cat ears flattening against her head in clear indignation. "It's practical! I can move around the castle without knocking things over! And it's comfy! And it's adorable!"
"No, no—" Jhon tried to stifle his laughter, wiping a tear. "It's just that... of all the forms you could choose..." He crouched down and picked her up, holding her at eye level. The white cat glared at him with an expression screaming "don't you dare mock me." "You chose to be a cat."
"Cats are noble and majestic creatures," Elysra declared with all the dignity a fluffy cat could muster.
"Cats are little furry devils who knock things off dining tables for fun, just like when you were a baby dragon."
"That was ONE time! And your ugly juice vase deserved to die!"
Jhon laughed again, cradling the cat against his chest. Despite her small form, he could feel the dormant power beneath all that fluff. She was still an Eliatrope dragon, just... pocket-sized.
"Okay, okay. I admit it's adorable." He scratched behind her ears, and to his endless delight, Elysra involuntarily started purring. Then she abruptly stopped, her eyes widening in horror.
"Don't do that! It's an instinctive reflex of the form!"
"Aww, but you liked it."
"Big brother!" The cat glared, but ruined the effect by burying her head against his chest anyway.
He walked to one of the training room benches and sat down, still holding cat-form Elysra.
"So, just the dragon form and the cat form?"
Elysra lifted her furry head. "No! I also have a human form. Well..." she paused, "humanoid form. Like yours."
Jhon raised an eyebrow. "Show me."
"Okay!" The cat leaped from his arms and landed gracefully on the floor. Then, in another flash of silver light...
The transformation was more elaborate this time. The small feline form grew, its silhouette shifting and elongating. When the light faded, a little girl stood before him.
She looked about ten or eleven in human terms. Her hair was silvery white, falling in soft waves to her waist, styled in two cute high buns with loose strands framing her face. Her eyes were still that bright, inhuman gold. She wore an elegant white dress with intricate golden embroidery that seemed inspired by Chinese or some Eastern culture, with long sleeves and a golden belt at her waist. Golden accessories—stylized leaves—adorned her hair, connected by delicate golden chains dangling at the sides.
She looked... ethereal. Beautiful in an almost supernatural way. Like a fairy-tale princess.
Elysra twirled in place, making her dress flare. "So? What do you think?" Her voice still sounded young but now had a proper human timbre.
Jhon looked at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable.
Then he sighed deeply. "I need to upgrade the castle's security."
"Huh?" Elysra blinked in confusion. "Why?"
"Because when we eventually go out into the outside world, I'm going to have to beat up A LOT of idiots who try to get close to you."
Elysra stared at him. Then a mischievous smile crossed her face. "Is big brother being jealous?"
"Big brother is being preventive," Jhon corrected, though his lips twitched slightly. He stood and walked over to her, placing a hand on her head and ruffling her hair. "But yeah. You look good, princess. All your forms are... impressive, actually."
Elysra practically beamed at the praise, her face lighting up with a radiant smile. "I know! I practiced a lot!" Then her expression turned slightly serious. "But big brother... I also practiced with Stasis. Look."
She raised her small hand, and between her fingers, silver energy crystals began to form. It wasn't like Jhon's cyan-blue Wakfu. This was different—like it froze the very moment.
"Stasis is my natural energy," Elysra explained, her tone taking on a seriousness Jhon hadn't heard before. "While you control Wakfu, I control its opposite. It's not destructive on its own, but..." The crystals expanded, forming complex patterns. "It can stop things. Freeze them in time. Create barriers nothing can pierce. Even..." she paused, "reverse damage if I use it right."
Jhon knelt in front of her, meeting her eyes. "You learned all this from the books?"
"The theory, yes. The practice..." She shrugged sheepishly. "I accidentally froze the courtyard fountain three times. And maybe created a barrier around my bed that I couldn't undo for two days and had to sleep outside."
Jhon laughed. "That sounds like something you'd do."
"Hey!"
"But," Jhon continued, his expression turning more serious, "the fact that you learned all this on your own, that you researched and practiced without anyone guiding you..." His hand moved from her head to her cheek, holding it gently. "That's incredible, Elysra. Really incredible."
Elysra's eyes watered slightly. "You mean it?"
"Completely." Jhon smiled genuinely. "I was only gone three days for me, but for you it was three months, right?" She nodded. "And in that time, you not only learned to read and speak properly, but mastered multiple forms and started training your powers. Elysra, that's..." He searched for the right words. "That's more than most people accomplish in years."
Elysra launched forward, hugging him tightly. "I missed you so much, big brother! It was so lonely! And I was scared you wouldn't come back!"
Jhon hugged her back, feeling the slight tremble in her shoulders. Ah, yes. She was still a kid, no matter how impressive her powers or how much she'd learned. A kid who'd been alone for three months in an empty dimensional castle, waiting for her only family to return.
He felt guilty for leaving her—he thought since their bond was only days old, it wouldn't be much. Looks like he was wrong.
"Hey," he said softly. "I'll always come back. Okay? No matter what happens out there, I'll always come home. To you."
Elysra pulled back slightly, quickly wiping her eyes. "Promise?"
"Promise."
A smile returned to her face, though her eyes briefly went blank, looking at Jhon in a strange way. "Good. Because if you don't, I'll go out looking for you and freeze whoever's stopping you."
Jhon got a weird feeling from that look, but he brushed it off.
Laughing lightly, he replied: "I don't doubt it."
They stayed like that a moment longer, just enjoying the reunion. Then Elysra fully pulled away, her usual energy returning.
"Oh! Oh! Big brother! What happened on your adventure? Did you fight someone strong? Tell me everything!"
Jhon stood, stretching. "Well, that's gonna take a while. How about we go to the kitchen, I make some food, and I tell you all about it?"
"Yes! And I can show you the other tricks I learned! I can make Stasis crystals into shapes! Look!" She raised her hands and started creating what looked like... a miniature crystal dragon?
Jhon followed her out of the training room, watching with amusement as Elysra chattered excitedly about everything she'd learned, switching between her human, cat, and occasionally letting draconic wings pop out by accident when she got too excited.
'Yeah,' he thought as he listened, his eyes unknowingly taking on the same tone Elysra had earlier. 'I definitely need to upgrade security. And probably get more books so she doesn't get bored and leave the castle. That way she'll be safer, right? That's all a good brother does.'
But as he watched her—this little dragon who'd become his sister in everything but blood, smiling and laughing and full of life...
He wouldn't trade any of this for the world.
"Big brother, are you listening?"
"Yes, princess. I'm listening."
"Good! Because this is important. Did you know I can technically create Stasis portals too? They're not like your Wakfu ones, but—"
Jhon smiled, letting her voice guide him through the hallways of their dimensional home.
.....
After an hour of keeping her company while listening, they went to sleep in Jhon's room.
Elysra because she was physically tired, and him simply because he'd been through a lot in just a few days.
The next day.
A 1.92-meter-tall man was completely asleep with arms spread wide and body twisted like in some satanic ritual. Yes, it's our protagonist, who apparently doesn't care about ending up with a crooked neck as long as he's comfortable.
Beside him was a golden-furred cat, back turned and belly fully exposed. Looks like Elysra doesn't act ladylike even after growing.
However, Jhon wouldn't change a thing about her. Anyone who complains about how free-spirited she is can prepare for a lively chat with his fists.
Suddenly he started moving. Stretching, he opened his hazel eyes, looking up with his Dhampir vision. Everything was dark, but he saw as if it were daytime.
The outline of the giant lamp, the proportions of the architecture—everything.
He yawned a bit, running a hand over his face. Even freshly woken, he didn't look bad. The pinnacle of human beauty in person.
Any woman would love to sleep peacefully next to such a perfect face. Though Jhon hasn't found a woman who'd make him actively pursue beyond brief flirting.
Indeed, Kamala and Kate are just potential candidates for a relationship.
If he weren't sure he wanted them in his life, he'd be direct and state his intentions without hesitation.
That doesn't mean he's using them—he's just selective. For someone like him, technically immortal in soul and possibly body in the future, he can't go around catching women like Pokémon.
He wants someone obsessed with him. So much that no matter how much time passes, they desire and love him with deep loyalty and devotion.
He has no doubt he could make it happen, though he hasn't turned into a lunatic like that vampire progenitor yet—but all in due time.
Maybe in a few years he'll have his own yandere battalion.
Soon his eyes turned serious. 'Alright, time to start the Soul Clone project.'
He got up very slowly, not wanting to wake the sleeping beauty who was snoring.
He went to the bathroom and showered for 20 minutes. Then put on the white suit from yesterday.
Elsewhere.
He was now standing in front of the training room door. The door had a small sign: "Laboratory."
He opened his inventory and took out the USB Friday had given him. An arrogant smile formed on his face. "Time to become an expert in molecular biology overnight, hehe." He gently smoothed his suit, removing some wrinkles from movement.
He reached for the handle.
Click.
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Hello to everyone reading this, Merry Christmas.
This is Chapter 20, 5000 words as compensation for not posting yesterday.
Author questions:
- What did you think of the interaction with Elysra?
- What do you think Jhon will do with those clones? How long do you think it'll take him to create them?
Hope you enjoyed.
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