22 Blood Clone (1/2)
The knife cut into his pale skin and with calm hands, he drew a line downwards until around half of his forearm was cut. Blood leaked out in spurts, but strangely the blood didn't fall or drip to the floor but simply floated above his wrist.
Once the cut was complete andhis right hand retreated the blade to wherever it came from, Night Walker began to hum a chant. The crimson blood that floated above his wrist flowed forward and coalesced into a ball of blood the size of a fist.
”Be born, Blood Clone!”
With this command bellowing out, the ball of blood suddenly rippled crazily and the next second began flowing rapidly in a swirling mess. Finally, the crimson blood began to glow in an azure glow that expanded outwards and started to take form. Seconds passed and the azure glow had only grown a few centimeters outside the swirling mass of blood. Minutes passed and it had only grown around a hundred centimeters. Hours passed and finally around a meter of azure glow now surrounded the floating mass of blood.
Finally, after a full days work that azure glow reached its apex at a little less than 2 meters. Having grown to its apex, the aura that was this azure glow began to rotate and take form. Another day passed and the end result of the aura's formation could be clearly seen standing in front of the foreign Magician called Night Walker.
It was a complete clone of himself, just that it was a body coloured fully in azure and that it also gave out a dim glow.
”Now, to create the illusion...” Night Walker at this point was sweating and clenching his teeth in his desperation. This spell had taken a lot out of him in his weakened state and if he failed at this point he would suffer a rebound that could even end in his death! ”BLOOD CLONE COMPLETION!”
With a last shout, the azure glow of the Blood Clone's body suddenly retreated and then a fleshly colour began to form at the clone's stomach and spread outward until finally a perfectly copied form of Night Walker came fully into existence!
At this point, Night Walker's pale skin had turned scarlet and his robe had turned damp in his sweat, yet his lips were twisted into a cold grin.
”What are your orders, True Self?” The Blood Clone asked as he bowed, one knee on the floor in a subservient manner.
”Hahaha. Its time to put the Reaper Magical Arts to some good use!” Night Walker said with a wide grin and his Blood Clone's eyes flashed with a look of understanding. ”Exit this room and create mayhem above! Slowly integrate an underground society and spread the Reaper Magicial Arts and gather me souls to consume. With the souls of thousands of Magician's I can fix the great damage those old fogies did to my soul!”
”It shall be done!” The Blood Clone answered simply before vanishing from the room.
”Now... All I can do is steadily heal myself...”
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Returning to two days ago. To the West of the continent, several thousands of miles from the unprecedented event that took place in the Claw Reverence Empire. Back in the North of Falcio, theglistening moon had reached its peak and the spar between Jonathan and Uncle Kil had long passed. The match had lasted for several minutes and only ended when Jonathan had tired himself out completely and could no longer go on.