Lucien walked through the battlefield, consuming corpses that were either dead or too maimed to fight back. The stench of burnt flesh and brimstone stung at the air as the Eldritch Angel waded through the war zone and consumed anything deemed as sustenance. ~~~ "More of you? Or perhaps..." Phoenix thought of something. The same armour with the same motions. Cloaking and teleporting, or mere illusions? The Martyr shot his superheated ceramic rounds at each figure before slashing at them, releasing a wave of burning thermite to test his theory. Were these men in white copies?