<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">All three Aylas blinked when he said that. She’d poured everything she had into making the most absolute perfect clones she could. Making a third would require her to take away from the others. She took a deep breath, not even bothering to argue the point. It wouldn’t do any good at this point, and he’d finally stopped shouting at her. Closing her eyes, with a deep breath, she drew as little as possible away from them, having a feeling where this was going. After crafting the third, and making sure she’d scattered her magics evenly between the four of them, so that the three clones and herself all gave off similar energy, she opened her eyes.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Ready.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> it was a soft chorus of voices, no louder than the original, but equally distributed between all of them.</span>