Inside the final floor, Gabriel stood with his arms folded as he looked at the figure waiting at the center.
It was Seraphina.
Or rather, a replica of her.
When he first met the real Seraphina back in the tower, things had not turned into a proper fight. Because of that, even now, he still did not know exactly how strong the original Seraphina really was when she was serious.
But this one was different.
This was only a copy created by the mini tower.
And Gabriel could already tell it was weaker.
The pressure was there, but not enough. The presence looked similar, the blood aura was similar, even the face and posture were the same, yet the quality behind it was lacking. It was enough to trouble strong fighters in New Dawn, but not enough to truly stand beside someone like him or the core members of the Broken Dawn.
That made it useful.
