“…That’s right. I have mastery over the nature of gravity itself…”

“I can manipulate the weight of anything within my sights.” The clone smirks, glaring down at you. “Your attacks are nothing against my powers.”

With a snap, the faux Herrscher’s fingers envelop with a cold electric blue that charges up in anticipation. A strong wave of void gushes by you before him, that forces out a dumbfounded yet petrified expression from you. “I can just shred my foes with a simple snap of my fingers.”