One after the other, the clones dissolved gently into the air, their mouths agape and eyes wide. Seung's body lay sprawled on the ground, his fair-skinned head severed and lying two meters away. His eyes were open, lips slightly apart. Blood gushed from the separated parts, creating a strong metallic scent that attracted the buzzing of insects.
"Master…" a clone mumbled as his arms turned to ash and blended into the air. His voice was filled with agony and anxiety.
A screen opened with a loud, alarming blare. The display was red, set within a rectangular frame.
[Error! System rundown.]
[Subject's authorization is required for the system to continue functioning.]
A dagger clattered to the ground, its sound echoing through the fiery environment. The number of clones dwindled to four as others either floated, legless, or disintegrated from head downward.
Bhar!
I'm in tears as well.