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Epilogue:
Lin Chung looked up. It had started raining heavily. He frowned as he forced himself up, then winced as he felt his ribs. They were clearly broken, even after the spell that he had conjured up.
He coughed up blood, but wiped it away with his sleeve. Sighing, he turned away. And here he was again. Had it been a mistake to trust them? He questioned himself. He knew that he had been absent for the majority of the battle, but did they distrust him so much that they would willingly hunt him down when a clone of him came?
He frowned. Where did the clone come from? Lin Chung knew he didn't make any clones, nor did Twin Masters. The only way for Twin Masters to even try to make a clone of him was if Lin Chung was standing right before him.
Then what were they planning? Where did the clone of him come from? His mind soon drifted off as he came to an alternative. Some people that could, if they wanted to, pass off as him. But they had no reason to do so. They wouldn't.
He sighed before flicking his hand. If he couldn't go back, the only thing that he could ensure is that he would keep his promise and start the first part of the plan.
He stood up. Time to go. He glanced back up once more as he walked out of the shelter of the cave. He had helped them, didn't he? He sighed, looking down, not caring that the rain was currently soaking him to the skin.
Even after all this, he was alone again.