“So, who is selling these fake avatars of doom in a side alley?” “It’s not quite like that. It’s the avatars themselves. There are a few that have remained attached to the throne since the sundering. The real avatars bolster their numbers by creating constructs that are, to almost every test, identical to the genuine article. There is only one practical difference.” “Which is?” Boris lifted an arm to point at the glowing cloud. “Only the real ones can do that.”
