During the Timemould Mirror Box training…
After killing over eight thousand of herself, Pherdanta felt like she lost the essence of what made her, her – her name, her likeness, her age, her power, her gender. She felt… hollow. Her hands were shaking. She had grown so much by fighting clones that thought like her, moved like her, and evolved like true, living beings. But she felt like she lost something in the process. After a while, when she was still clashing with those like-faced enemies, she'd even begun to question where she was, and why she was doing this.
And now, she was here. After 8,009 Pherdantas killed, she simply couldn't kill a single one more.
