Creating a cloan of himself, Nate dashed forward toward the last remaining cultist, a wicked smile spreading across his face as the bloodlust continued to consume him. With practiced precision, Nate stealthily conjured a second clone while simultaneously cloaking himself with illusion magic, rendering himself invisible. Each clone executed an attacking gesture, one from the front and one from behind, their movements perfectly synchronized.
The cultist, hyper-aware of his surroundings, felt the subtle tingle of magic emanating from both clones. Confident in his abilities, he allowed them to attack, a smug grin playing across his features as both clones dissipated upon contact. Immediately on guard, he expanded his senses, desperately trying to pinpoint Nate's location. Unable to detect any trace of the demon, the cultist remained vigilant, his body taut with tension as he skillfully dodged the relentless barrage of ranged attacks unleashed by Rob and Laura.
