Each opportunity taken brought him closer to understanding the true scale of the threat, the identity of those behind it, and the perfect method to confront and defeat Sunny.
Riley exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the battlefield.
"This… will not end quickly," he murmured to himself. "But I have all the time in the world to wait also."
He allowed himself one small moment of grim satisfaction.
Riley summoned another clone nearby, the new form shimmering into existence with a faint hum of energy.
He gave it precise instructions: continue the journey, explore the void beyond, and seek any signs of the forces behind the siege, while the original clone remained in place, observing the current battlefield.
"There won't be much to gain here," Riley muttered to himself, eyes fixed on the chaos below.
The realm under attack bore striking resemblance to his own—vast, populated, and rife with conflict.
