[Warning R18+]
The two armies fought a violent and persistent battle in the dark and gloomy valley. As the clones of the Blood Dragon Mage engaged in a deadly fight with the ghoulish ogres, the gloomy darkness only served to heighten the tension.
As the ogres fought with an unyielding will to wipe out the clones one by one, the blood-spattered battlefield became a terrible spectacle.
"Can you sense him, Vespara?" Sword Emperor spoke, wiping the sweat and blood from his forehead.
The Sword Emperor's frustration rose with every clone he vanquished.
Despite his relentless efforts to locate the real Blood Dragon among the countless duplicates, his mana sense proved futile.
Unable to detect his true essence amidst the chaos, he could only hope Vespara could sense him through his soul.
"No, he's hiding his soul with an artifact; I can't sense anything," Vespara replied, while her eyes focused on the raging battle of the army.
