The pink-haired man screamed in agony, clutching the stump where half of his arm used to be. His cries echoed through the air, silencing the once-cheering crowd. Their shock at witnessing my power was palpable, their awe written across their faces.
But I had no time to bask in the moment.
A flock of crows darted toward me, their movements silent and coordinated, trying to overwhelm me in a sneak attack.
Not this time. I won't fall for the same trick twice.
Shadow Parade! I thought, summoning my ability.
My body split into seven identical clones, each moving with precision and purpose. The system noted that my clones carried only 70% of my strength, but it didn't matter.
With a staggering number of copies at my command, I was ready to turn the tide of this battle.
