"None of you is leaving this place alive."
Grey's voice was a whisper against the archer's ear before he withdrew [Banesword].
The blade slid free, and the archer collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood, his strength fading fast.
Ding!
[You have killed human Job Lincoln]
[You have earned 350 tutorial points]
Grey casually flicked the blood from his sword, his eyes fixed on the battle across the field where his clone still fought the orange-masked warrior and the group's leader.
It was all going exactly as planned.
He had used his clone skill, [Mirror]—a skill he'd gained after defeating the sabretooth boss, Duskfang.
When Freda had launched that explosive attack, everyone thought Grey had been taken out.
But he'd used the smoke and chaos as cover, activating *[Mirror]* to create a clone with half his own strength.
