I have to admit, Avril must be quite talented since I wasn't able to notice when she swapped with her clones. Their seamless transition leaves me momentarily awestruck, but I quickly regain my composure. After nodding my head to her words, Avril steps forward, presenting a gadget with the number 30 boldly displayed on it. The device emits a faint hum, drawing my attention to the digital countdown.
"Is that not the timer?" I inquire, my curiosity piqued by the ominous display.
"This," she says, her voice laced with urgency, "is the timer. It's counting down the number of lives left. I think each participant has one,"
"A fearsome swordsman has been wreaking havoc, leaving a trail of death in his wake. He's responsible for the demise of my teammates, and now he's coming for us."
