Author's Note: Unedited Chapter
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The Xyfect remained silent for a moment, their gazes piercing. Finally, one of them spoke, its voice like a cold wind. "So be it. But do not mistake our restraint for weakness. You have been warned."
"Yeah, we're not stopping. We're saving the universe regardless," Ria stated.
One of the beings, its voice deep and resonant, stepped forward. Its shape constantly morphed, shifting between humanoid, beastly, and forms beyond comprehension. "We cloned the teal-green planet for a reason. The sword is not meant to be found. It must remain where it is, forever beyond reach."
Endric's voice was steady, though his resolve burned with intensity. "You can make all the copies you want. It doesn't matter. We'll find it and bring it back."