"We've secured the cove, Mira," the Chimaeric Demon said. The clone was visibly tired, and its voice was weary. Most likely because of the constant fighting he had to go through with his brothers to clear the area.
"We lost some brothers in the process, but the immediate surroundings are now safe."
Mira nodded. "I'm sorry…"
Every loss hurt—the Chimaeric Demons' numbers had already dwindled so drastically during the ocean crossing.
"Don't be. We knew what we were getting into when the master asked us to come here."
"Still, I wish we could have saved more of you," Mira said softly, her eyes downcast.
The clone's expression softened. "Each of us knows the value of sacrifice, Mira. The master taught us that. Our fallen brothers died protecting what matters most—the mission and all of you."
"Your loyalty ki—" Mira started, but the clone cut her off.
"Our loyalty gives us purpose and bonds…"
