"My Lord, that phantom…" Adam muttered with disbelief, "Was that your real strength?"
"Real?" Lord White arched an eyebrow in amusement. "Young Magus, have you forgotten that I am but a clone?"
Adam froze.
Indeed, the old man standing before him was but a clone made from a scale of Lord White's true body!
If just a clone of Lord White can release such overbearing power, then what about his true body? The youth thought to himself incredulously.
"Although I am a clone and was able to swiftly deal with the remnant will of this serpent, you must understand that this little one has been dead for tens of thousands of years," explained the old man.
"The more time passes, the weaker its will becomes," he concluded. "Moreover, this weapon was forged over hundreds of years, made from the most precious ores and minerals that Syvarin found in his travels."
