Doomsday Supreme: I Have An SSS Grade Talent

[ The Creator ] (VII)

"Fucking go back." The true clone uttered, throwing down yet another Dual Lance towards the Cypressian Lord that had secretly escaped the hands of death.

It's intention clear, as it wanted the Cypressian Lord back into the folds of death, and the [Undead Monarch] Trait also cried out in defiance when it felt parts of its authority being rejected right before it.

'Perish.' The true clone thought, as the Dual Lance tore through the skies like a white flash of lightning, entering through one portal-way, and out another.

And like the judgement of the gods repeating their punishment once more, the Dual Lance struck the same place, and snuffed out the life force of the Cypressian Lord, not even giving it the chance to let out a cry of pain.

"..."

Yet nobody celebrated.

"It... has yet to die." Felix added once more, now understanding why Fate had warned him not to go against his brother, without sufficient preparations to die. 'Fein, oh Fein, you seem to be determined to fight against