CLEAVER OF SIN

The clones faded away, vanishing like mist, and Hito returned to his original position with calm, unhurried strides. Not a single drop of blood stained his skin, no wounds, no fatigue. He looked untouched, as if he had never stepped into battle at all.

Asher watched him closely, a quiet fascination flickering in his eyes. He had always found clone-based abilities intriguing, versatile, dangerous, and filled with limitless potential. But Hito’s version was something else entirely. Unlike others, his clones had no power restrictions, no diluted strength.

They were perfect replicas.

And that made him terrifying.

With such an ability, Hito could infiltrate both sides of any war, send one clone into the shadows to serve darker forces, while another operated openly in the light. Resources, intelligence, secrets, they would pour in from both sides, converging into one mind.

But beyond espionage, there was the raw destructive power.

If Hito grew strong enough, his suicide bomber clones alone could reduce cities to ash, perhaps even bring an empire to its knees.

"I think you should quit Wargrave and become a terrorist," Asher said casually, glancing at Hito with a half-serious smirk.

Hito’s lips twitched ever so slightly. This wasn’t the first time he’d heard that suggestion. Others had jokingly, or not so jokingly, said the same thing in the past.

"Think about it," Asher went on, grinning. "No need to join a gang when you are a gang. You could call your crew The Suicide Squad, it practically names itself."

Ella jumped in, amused. "Seriously, how did I not think of this before? You could actually form a gang. And the best part? You don’t even have to show up, just send a clone while you relax at home."