["Assembly of The Eviscerating Moon"]
Amidst her sprint, a dozen ethereal copies of herself emerged, running alongside her and approaching the beast from all sides. Each of the spellblade's fleeting forms wielded a different infusion on their blades–fire, lightning, water, wind, poison, and even light.
Every single version of the spellblade looked identical; Charlotte dashed to the side, quickly shifting spots as each copy did the same, hiding her true self amongst the parade.
Godfrey wildly swept his giant claws, sweeping through the approaching fakes, "Deception? That will not work, little swordswoman!"
Approaching the rampaging beast, she nearly found herself meeting those claws as they crashed down upon her copy right ahead of herself. With a quick pivot, she blended into the crowd of herself once again just as a pair of her doppelgangers managed to break through–
