The corpse of the fallen enemy is disintegrating.
In front of everyone, the body of this gray-robed Wizard is like writhing sludge, gradually evaporating under the sunlight, leaving almost no trace at all.
"Projection? Clone?"
The Night Watchers at the scene looked at the body disappearing into thin air, each wearing an extremely grave expression, as the ground bore no Extraordinary Relics.
They had been deceived!
The group had spent half a day Tracking, only to kill a mere clone projection of the enemy.
Shawn felt his hair stand on end!
If a mere clone projection could cast a Fifth Ring spell, how powerful must the enemy's true form be?
Under the sunlight.
The street was awash with blood, corpses strewn about in an unbearable sight, from a distance came the screams of terror and despair, marking a massacre of inhumanity where a single Spell killed hundreds, sparing neither man, woman, nor child, leaving ordinary people utterly powerless in the face of this brutal atrocity.
