that fish looks dead [solo mission]

Sovereign's plan was to head straight into the jungle, with nothing but his magic and his mace. But he was rudely interrupted by a young scientist with a monocle rested between his brow and cheek. Probably for show, his duplicates whispered, like two legendary crows of wisdom perched on each shoulder.

"Ah, welcome to Adakite! Which group are you venturing with into the island? I just need to take a name and a few details to add to the list, so we can make sure everyone is safe and have you down as an official visitor." They were overly chirpy, and wagged a pencil around before tapping it on a wooden clipboard as they smiled at Sovereign, clearly unfazed by his body doubles and mask.

Sovereign was surprised at how forward he was, and looked down at him even though he was the same height as this man. "Bold of you to assume I'm travelling with others." He grinned, "Can't you see I already have company?"

He was of course referring to the constructions of his own magic, the scientist looked up with a confused expression and looked between all three Sovereigns. Smiling nervously, he would shake his head and further insist on taking a name and details, "Ah I see, but please allow me to write down some information about yourself, I-"

"A concerned citizen of Earthland, will that do?" All three spoke at once, their smile growing more uncomfortable to look at by the second.

His senses blurred, his mind becoming overly scattered that he couldn't properly share all information with every Sovereign. The real one was like the main hub, all thoughts, sights and sounds being fed through him before being sent out to all the others. It was a constant stream of data, but it was difficult to maintain. In order to have such a large number of clones active at a time, Sovereign needed as much focus and concentration as he could.

He decided to sit on a large tree root, resting his head back against the trunk and closing his eyes. He'd sink his fingers into the soil and steady his breathing. It was dizzying at first, but he had to filter out the useless information and separate each duplicate's senses.

"Where are you." He whispered to himself, seeing visions of blurred trees and mud. They had already ventured far, their bodies composed of ethernano making it easier for them to traverse the dense jungle as they could simply pass through small plants and vines. Already, he felt the connection to some of them lost, probably ran into a carnivorous plant that seemed to populate most of this treacherous jungle. It didn't matter too much, however, since there were plenty of Sovereigns to carry on the search.

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t̴h̶e̸ ̷l̸a̴s̶t̶ ̷s̶i̶g̷h̴t̶i̸n̴g̴?̶

He focussed in on a few clones, spotting visions of little flag poles to signify where the MCP Society had last located signs of the magic fish. That was the best place to search, so he ordered all clones to scout the area North of him instead. All the while, the real Sovereign would begin to make his way there too.

Although confused and a little wary of all the men who looked exactly the same, members of the exploration group would start barking out questions like "What are you doing here?", "Where's your group?" and "Why are there so many of you?!"

Shrugging, Sovereign merely waved a hand in dismissal as he shook his head at all the questions. "The same reason you're here for. The fish, duh."

Offended that someone such as he would be looking for such a legendary creature, a few of them gasped or got riled up by his careless response. Although they may have been smart and known more about the creatures here than he did, they didn't seem to be overly strong, at least the majority anyway. It looked like there was a couple guys who were the muscle of this expedition. Two guys who already wanted a fight. 

"Don't worry, I'll leave now." They'd gather in the clearing, collecting all the papers and notes that were left behind, "I'm taking these too."

When they turned around to leave, he felt a strong grip on his shoulder. When he looked behind him, he saw one of the brainless brutes towering over him, flexing his muscles and gritting his teeth. 

"You're not going anywh-"

His body was flung back, black magic spiralling around him as it made the sound of muffled whispers and screams, coiling around the larger man's body as it slammed him against a nearby tree, snapping it slightly. The Sovereign's stood in their original position, still and silent as their masks glowed white. "Don't touch us."

Not wanting to waste any more time, they'd quickly make their leave in the direction of a few tracks his clones had picked up. He half wanted to bring the other guy with him as bait, but that would mean he would indeed have to kill him, and it seemed a little pointless at this moment.

Lights began to flicker in the distance, appearing amidst the trees as it slowly moved around him. It eventually all gathered in one spot, two white spheres staring at him through the darkness as a spotlight shone down on the corpses of the dead animals, moving from each one. 

There was then a haunting moan, and the sound of running water could be heard all around him, but there was no signs of it anywhere. Then suddenly, the fish he had been looking for swam out from the trees, soaring peacefully through the air. 

His ears popped a few times, before all sounds around him were muffled like he was underwater. He could still breathe, and move around like normal, but something about the air just seemed quite odd. The Piki-Rijura didn't care much for Sovereign, swimming over him as if he wasn't there. Instead, it glided over the skeletal remains and rotting carcasses, making them shimmer with white light for a brief second. 

Being torn from physical bodies were the spirits of these fallen beasts, their ghostly images rising from the dead as they soared up into the sky with the Piki-Rijura, treating it like an old friend. The ghosts of these animals were large and ferocious, yet they cared little for anything but flying away with the fish. Following the guide into the spirit world.