Endgame (10)- Two Clones

Chloe looked at the large flood of Plague Monsters. She could control them without problem but it wouldn't be nearly as easy nor smooth as doing so for a regular monster or beast. Hence she never bothered most of the time.

However, it looked as if she would have to end up doing so if she wanted to live here alive.

Marionette.

The correct term would be Marionettist. But she still chose to use Marionette. Perhaps it was because of all the times she felt manipulated... by her father, mother, and everyone else she had once deemed close to her.

It was a painful thing. For a manipulator to be manipulated.

She swung her fingers down, controlling one of the nearby beasts to slash into an approaching Plague Monster with ease. 

As much as she didn't want to admit it, Chloe was more similar to the Hugo boy than she cared to admit. Rich scions with everything at the palm of their hands, losing everything in a single second.