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Rubicante was tired of sitting in this throne, waiting for Golbez to return, but there wasn't much else he could do. He was a loyal servant to Golbez and even to his own cutsoms. He would never attack an unprepared man and would always fight them at their fullests of strength. "Golbez, whatever you are planning must be of grave importance to have left for such a long of time." he said and watched Scarmiglione return.
"I've ssssent out the clonessss." he hissed and Rubicanted frowned at him.
"You've sent replicates to weaken them? Is that so?" Rubicante asked an Scarmiglione chuckled under his unwashed cloak. "How barbaric." he added and looked up at the crystal ceiling.