The sky above Dragonhold had become an impossible sight.
Hundreds upon hundreds, rising well into the thousands, hovered in the sky in formation., and each identical figure carried the same overwhelming presence.
Even though the battlefield was considerably far from the city itself, the sheer number of Aidens gradually filling the sky made it impossible not to notice.
Inside Ravens Grave, the guild members pressed against every available window and doorway, staring upward with their mouths hanging open in shock.
Piers blinked several times as if trying to convince himself that what he was seeing was real. He knew Aiden could make copies of himself, but this many?
"How many of him are there?" he asked, though not exactly expecting an answer.
"I stopped counting after fifty," Bernard whispered back.
Innis said, "I've never seen anything like this."
