Behind the scene

Gritting his teeth, Harry swiftly sprinted ahead, catching Lilly in his arms just as she teetered on the edge of a treacherous fall. Without sparing a glance for the clone, his focus was solely on protecting the fragile human infant, knowing that her life hung in the balance. Safely placing Lilly on the ground, he positioned his body as a cushion, shielding her from harm.

With Lilly stabilized, Harry turned his attention to his mother, who had fallen and rolled but somehow escaped unscathed, now sleeping peacefully on the ground, Her ability was perfect for such moments

Thus, he didn't try to save her himself

To his left, a grisly explosion showered him in a bucket of crimson blood as the clone met its demise.

Suppressing his anguish, Harry redirected his gaze to his family, haunted by a chilling question—would he face death once again? The thought of perishing filled him with dread, for there were no second chances, no escape from the clutches of death this time.

However, Harry refused to succumb to panic. Amidst the chaos, he clung to his rationality, desperately seeking answers amidst the turmoil. His eyes fell upon the system, a source of potential guidance in the midst of these tumultuous events. And in that crucial moment, the system revealed the truth that truly mattered:

"Clone scanned. Curse details and origin confirmed."

As Harry absorbed this crucial information, another notification seized his attention:

"Clone deceased. Half of your soul lost. Soul deterioration in progress. Time until complete crumbling: 2 hours."

Surprised yet relieved by the two-hour respite, Harry momentarily set aside the impending doom. Instead, he focused on the preceding revelation, thirsting for an understanding of the circumstances that had led to this calamity.

The words on the screen unveiled "Clone—an ability born from the dread-infested Eternal Emperor of Omnipresence. This malevolent being had pushed the boundaries of the clone ability to unprecedented heights, instilling fear even in the hearts of the Eternals. Disguised as a devil in multiple guises, his goal was to transform all mortals under heaven into his clones or snuff out their lives if they resisted.

The system, safeguarded by the Eternal Shadow (an inbuilt passive feature), had shielded Harry from Omnipresence's gaze, concealing his existence until he too became an eternal being.

Or, He would have already been dead

Puzzled, Harry examined his own form and the scattered remnants of the clone before him. Was severing their legs a method by which Omnipresence marked potential candidates?

Was that why he and Eva lost their clone's legs soon after giving birth to it?

Was he the one who spread the Clone ability around the world like seeds?

If so, Do eternals have the ability to gift their own abilities to other's?

Was that why it was called a gift?

Even now, there were parts he couldn't understand

Maybe everything was just a false assemption due to incomplete information

An unsettling realization then struck Harry—would Eva, too, eventually succumb to becoming one of Omnipresence's clones? Cursing his luck, he recognized the dire predicament they faced.

'I have to tell her all this if I am sure I will die'

And if I won't die,

I would never let her know about it

Amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Harry's mind continued to calculate and plan. He had two hours before his soul crumbled, but as long as he maintained to get a soul limit of 100 while alive, he could survive. The chilling laughter of Omnipresence echoed within him, attempting to assimilate him into its entity, but Harry remained resolute.

How strong was this Enemy actually, Millions of points in system terms? Or already beyond that spectrum?

Just one part of his being was enough to make the almighty seeming system blink in fear,

Heh

Determined, with a touch of dark humor, Harry acknowledged the mess his life had become. He saw it as an opportunity, a challenge to embrace. A smile curled upon his Bloodstained lips as he glanced at his mother, offering a hint of apology in his blinking eyes.

"Sorry, Mom," he murmured. "You're going to have to work really hard in the next few hours."

If his plans didn't work out, that is.

If it did, He coul have Mom's first another day, another more beautiful day

Either way, Omnipresence had become one of his future targets.

And who would have the last laugh? It would depend on who was better prepared—and a bit of luck.