Clone function.

"Wh--what the hell..."

"What is happening?"

"Why are there so many of him?"

"How did this happen?"

"What is happening?"

The whole group was beginning to fidget. They were scared out of their wits. Some of them were already pissing their pants. Some shaking and some holding unto their neighbours for support.

The boss himself had sweat pooling in both temples. The lad who was next to him had mucus running from one nostrils to the other. He had a tough time picking up the phlegm.

As much as Damien was enjoying the sight, yet he felt a little dissatisfied by the scene.

At once, they all dropped on their knees. It was an urban world. A natural one. None of the group members could have imagined that a normal person would have been able to pull such a spiritual stunt.

And the fact that Damien was able to attain such a nerve wrecking prowess, it would only take common sense to register that he was not a normal person.

"Please forgive us. We were not in our right minds. We shouldn't have d
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