"I may be weaker and less well-equipped than you, but in my lair, I need but a snap of my fingers to summon the entire Council. Can you do the same?"
Crevan opened and closed his mouth, having no way to retort. He was damn good at his job, but being in three places at the same time wasn't part of his skillset. On top of that, he had never joined the Council, considering them nothing but a bunch of weaklings.
Yet Crevan's pride lay in not having ever failed his mother, not in boasting about his strength like a tavern thug.
"No, I can't." He closed his eyes for a second, letting his bright violet aura seep out of his body.
His shadow gained a third dimension that quickly turned into a similarly dressed woman that bore a striking resemblance to Crevan. The phenomenon happened again, but this time another man came out.
