Clone Attribute

“Seems like you were around,” Art said, turning to face the figure that had just arrived.

A boy about his age stood at the edge of the ruined room, a scowl on his face. His narrowed eyes flicked from the smoldering hole in the wall to the unconscious bodies of his group members scattered around. The annoyance in his gaze deepened as he surveyed the destruction.

Rensley, the person Art had been searching for, focused his attention on him. “Are you the one responsible for this?”

“I’m afraid I am,” Art replied nonchalantly. “I tried talking, but they weren’t in the mood to listen. So, what’s it going to be? A civilized conversation, or are you more comfortable with this method of communication?” His golden eyes gleamed as his aura began to rise.

Rensley frowned, glancing again at his defeated teammates. “Are they all knocked out?”

Art shrugged. “Why don’t you come see for yourself?”