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The captive Malice, meanwhile, just stood around, doing nothing.

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Zeoffrey’s fingers extended into long, stretchy tendrils which attacked the ELOR soldiers.

The balls of smoke Lothar threw down transformed into monstrous versions of Cloud Nine:

The Stratus clone was over 8 feet tall and had charred skin, with a gas mask stuck onto their face and goat legs in place of normal legs. They had a large, full-fledged flamethrower rather then the Boring Company flamethrower which the normal Stratus uses.

The Cumulus clone resembled a ghost, with a skeletal face and frame, deathly pale skin, hollow eyesockets and an aura of white mist surrounding them. They were also floating and looked slightly transparent.

The Cirrus clone was just a floating, mummified head with sunken eyes and a blood-stained katana and gun floating on either side of it.

Lothar grinned evilly. “Now my pets, attack!”

All three of the monsters jump into the fray with everyone else.