Shival could use sorcery to clone herself. [My sweet, sweet princess. Hurry and grow big now, okay?] she murmured to her newest creation while holding it lovingly in her arms. As she coddled her infant self, two young women approached the magician. They were clones she had previously created. The avaricious Shival was bent on world domination, and she would use doppelgangers to make her dream a reality. [I'll spread my clones far and wide. And when I do, it'll all be mine, mine, mine!]