Aether way his way down the stairs, awaiting what was going to come next. Truly, it had been a huge risk to tell the man that he killed that he knew he was a clone; he couldn't have told the faction if he had given him some time.
But he didn't, luckily, their battle was soon after their first encounter, so he never got the time, even if he wasn't sure if he truly knew the truth or if he was just saying a crazy theory, it was still something to report in the Crimson Ledger.
But it didn't matter now does it? Its to late either way.
He was already killed, and there was no one from the Crimson Ledger here at the moment, just him.
And it wasn't like it was going to be hard to get this guy, if truly they lost all their power when their clone is dead, all they have left is their skill, the small skill they have, nothing else.
After a while of walking down the stairs, he finally reached his destination.
The many tubes filled his vision yet again.
