Cain's palm struck the nearest clone, and power detonated outward with a rapid, vicious pulse. The shockwave didn't stop at the surface—it tunneled through the construct's artificial soul-core, riding the connection between every copy the Prophetess had spawned.
A single point of Chaos pushed into a thousand identical identities. It was a force that could channel every bond and connection, no matter the type. It could allow overwhelming power into the host, but could also be used to harm everyone connected to the target.
Then everything erupted.
"BOOM." "BOOM." "BOOM." "BOOM." "BOOM." "BOOM."
Explosions rippled through the chamber in a chain reaction—overlapping bursts of ruptured starlight and shredded soul force. Clones came apart mid-movement, their forms tearing into ribbons of light, pulp, and splintered psionic residue.
The air burned raw, as all were destroyed, and finally, the power of Cain's attack reached their origin.
