Chapter 11: Clone
"He's creating a clone. He wants to bypass the seal." The woman said anxiously. The man was even more worried, "We don't know what state the world is in now."
Then, his gaze locked onto Lucien. His eyes widened. "I feel my teacher's origin flowing through you. Are you part of the argent dynasty?
"No." Lucien shook his head. "I've never heard of such a power. The major human power right now is the Fleme Empire. The rest are its subordinate kingdoms, none of which bear such a name."
The blonde man sighed forlornly, "Could teacher have not survived?"
But the sorrow didn't last long. His focus sharpened as he turned back to Lucien. "That guy is a herald of the Mnemonic Dreadlord, once the clone is finished he will possess it. Even though you possess my teacher's origin, you won't be able to stop him."
He stopped to look at the clone, It had almost completely materialized. The blonde man continued,
"My name is Henry, youngest disciple of the Argent Swordlord. You possess a sliver of my teacher's origin. I can't move but I can possess you temporarily, helping you stop him."
Lucien felt a wave of apprehension and revulsion rise up inside him. He didn't fancy the idea of letting anyone possess him, let alone someone he had just met. What if they refused to leave after possessing him, he wasn't keen on such a proposition.
Henry saw the doubt on Lucien's face and smiled wryly. He would be just as suspicious if he were in Lucien's shoes, but the situation really was urgent.
A resounding shattering sound echoed through the chamber as Lucien felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He turned towards the origin of the sound, his heart palpitating.
The clone had completely materialized. It looked just like the red robed priest, down to the last detail.