At Samira's words, the Guardian multiplied again... an army of them.
Strax and Scarlet stood firm, side by side, facing the real Guardian, while the spiritual field raged with his distorted echoes - a thousand horrors walking, crawling, flying, trying to intervene.
But the others were already at work.
Cassandra was the first to attack. With a gesture, she conjured a spear made of ice - each throw cut through the air with surgical precision, and where it hit, the clones screamed in voices that never existed, disintegrating into spirit crystals that exploded like ethereal grenades.
Daniela, her eyes glowing, spun her chains made of blood - each blow was a prison, each lash sealed a clone in a circle of chaos, shattering them in precise cuts.
Belatrix appeared above three of them at once, her fists wrapped in blades of wind. She descended in free fall, and the impact of her punch created a storm of blades that collapsed the clones as if they had never existed.
