Emerys' body fell back, her head exploding into a cloud of green mist. But before Caine could even attempt to heal, another blade tore into him, cutting from his ribs to his chest.
His gaze snapped to his right, meeting the abomination's gaze just as yet another blade sliced through him, this time from his left flank.
SHURR!
A third figure appeared behind him, Emerys' clone, and her blade ripped into his back, spilling warm silver blood onto the scorched ground below.
'…What kind of nonsense is this?'
Caine's silver blood dripped as the clones around him moved in unison, their synchronization eerie and unnatural. But this time, he had learned. As the clones rushed to strike, Caine exploded into motion, dodging with fluid grace while rapidly assessing the situation.
'Illusions? Immortality? Or perhaps an extremely complex Summoner's Sigil Technique? Maybe all of them…'
