"You're right…" the shapeshifter admitted, its tone dripping with mockery. "I didn't think you were smart enough to figure it out."
Grey glared from the shadows of the mist, his breathing steady but his mind racing.
Then the creature's frown curled into a sinister grin:
"But just because I can't copy all of your moves doesn't mean I can't enhance the ones I already have."
The shapeshifter raised both hands toward the ceiling, and fiery orbs began to materialize above.
One by one, they ignited into massive, searing fireballs, each burning hotter than the last, glowing like miniature suns.
The air itself seemed to vibrate with the intensity of the heat.
Grey, hidden in the cold mist using [Ghostwalk], felt the sudden wave of scorching heat.
He frowned, his mind calculating the threat.
'Seriously? He can amplify the power even further?'
Grey thought, his fists clenching tightly around the hilt of his blades.
