While using the phantom mask to alter the face of the clone, he disguised himself in layers of illusion, shifting features into unfamiliar masks that blended seamlessly with the chaos of battle. The clones raided the nebula in overwhelming numbers, swarming like a relentless tide that overpowered defenses with sheer volume.
Before merging and devouring it, the clones struck with coordinated precision, dismantling strongholds and scattering fleets in displays of calculated fury. The nebula's stars dimmed under the assault, their light fading as Aaron's power consumed them whole.
His actions, of course, were deliberate and calculated to help King in his quest. The mysterious disappearances sowed seeds of fear and urgency across the galaxy, creating ripples that King could exploit masterfully.
And King did not disappoint. He navigated the web of intrigue with cunning grace, turning the chaos into opportunities that advanced their shared goals.
