The spectral face was many times larger than Aksai's.
It floated in the air, pale and clear, with empty eyes and a cold expression.
There was no anger or malice in it. It was blank, like a mirror that only reflected form and a dense 3rd Order Spirit signature that was close to reaching the 4th Order.
Aksai felt a chill crawl up his spine. The spectral face slowly puffed up its cheeks. Aksai's eyes widened.
"No way. A Copy Ninja formation?"
He could feel it clearly now. The movement, the buildup, the pattern of Spirit flow. It was copying him.
Fire Breath.
But this fire felt wrong. The heat carried a thick poison aura. It was heavy, choking, and filled with death.
"Indeed. This thing is going to use my own Spirit spell, but in a better way," Aksai muttered.
