Broken by One, Desired by All
This was it - the end.
"This is eighty percent, Zane," the main clone said, looking down at me with absolute, terrifying supremacy. The sky behind him turned into a roaring ocean of golden fire, painting him in apocalyptic light. "You are just a fragile little human trying to wear a crown that belongs to monsters. Give up."
I managed to stabilize myself in the air, my broken left arm dangling limply, my right leg completely numb from the deep thigh wound. Blood loss was making my vision swim. I looked up at the ten clones, each one radiating enough power to level a city.