"I'm back, Master," Sword Demon said as he appeared, a small golden dragon curled lazily around his neck.
The dragon's head was bowed, intimidated by everyone present—everyone except Nephem. Their aura was close in level.
Void gave a faint smile as Sword Demon took his seat.
"So, my slaves," Void said, his tone playful yet commanding. "How do you want the recruitment to go?"
Ideas were immediately thrown out like sparks.
"How about this?" Nephem began. "The first trial should be a battle against themselves—same strength, same thoughts—essentially, they fight their clone. Only by devouring the clone can they win."
Everyone considered the suggestion.
"But what if the clone wins?" Nix interjected. "In that case, the clone should gain all the memories and soul of the original and become them completely."
All eyes turned to Alayot.
"Don't worry, I can manage that," Alayot assured them. His control over soul law made it possible.
