The Chimaeric Demons, Erik's clones, had made quick work of their enemy.
It had been so fast that those present there, and not being Erik's clones, were shivering a little.
What was even more surprising was that despite the insane battle that transpired within this building, the clones' white uniforms remained pristine, with not a single drop of blood staining the fabric.
It was an eerie sight, one that sent a shiver down Amber's spine.
Mira, Emily, and June stood nearby. They had barely lifted a finger; the Chimaeric Demons had handled everything with an efficiency that was both terrifying and impressive and was also the reason everyone felt dread.