Fighting a grand magus figure was a daunting feat, especially against someone like Syltrith—a top-tier assassin of the Hasashi clan.
Emery was taken aback when the form of his target suddenly dissolved into a wisp of grey smoke, leaving no trace of her physical form.
His brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of it. Was it a clone? he thought, but before he could fully process it, a second "clone" appeared, much like the first, but this one was different. Before it disintegrated, it managed to land a blow—sharp, painful, and real.
These were physical manifestations that carried real force. They weren't mere clones—they were something more advanced, perhaps akin to Emery's true clone technique.
