A bruised Layton dressed casually in a grey top and black trousers emerged from the hut situated in the middle of the meadow.
For the past few days after reaching the culmination of his physique, Layton had been going through intense combat training battling himself.
Makarov had used some sort of light spell to conjure a mirror image of Layton, an image which contained all the strength and spells of the young wizard, although he had completed his previous void adaptation and linking of his spirit making his physique reach consummation, the peak of his level he was still beaten very badly every time they clashed, his mirror image had no soul and thus had no problem in using the chaotic amount of genetic memory hidden in his genes to improve his combat intuition and Prowers as the hidden danger of having his soul corrupted or twisted due to the massive chaotic amounts of information was non-existent for the mirror image.
