"I'm sure of it," Draco smiled.
He took a step forward.
And then, something happened that shocked everyone who witnessed it.
Three clones of Draco appeared.
One had a silver Draconic horn, silver hair, and silver eyes. His presence was domineering, his arrogance radiating, and his pressure overwhelming.
Another had three-colored flaming hair, and his eyes gleamed with the same hues. He carried himself with an air of elegance and reservation.
The last one had five-colored hair, tinged with a hint of red. Looking at him felt like staring into an ocean of blood, yet in the next moment, he appeared like an ordinary human.
Despite their differences, one thing remained the same—each clone had the exact same facial features as Draco.
"Do you think you can beat us with these weak, trash clones?" Deus laughed out loud.
At those words, the clones' expressions turned frosty, their gazes filled with killing intent as they locked onto Deus.
