Atlas was surrounded from every direction by the enemy's copies. Whether they were illusionary projections or physical clones, he couldn't tell yet. He would only know once they struck simultaneously.
With foes circling him on all sides, it would have been nearly impossible to face them all at once. If he relied on his eyes alone. But Atlas had trained far beyond that. He could fight even without sight, relying on the rhythm of movement, the vibration of mana in the air, and the pressure that his enemies released with every motion.
One clone darted in from behind. Atlas clenched his teeth, spinning sharply as his spear cut through the air. The attack missed, his weapon slicing through nothing but mist, as the clone slipped past him effortlessly and its hand darted forward to strike.
Damn! Even the clone moves this fast!
