Akhil hovered in the center of the swirling white void, his expression unreadable. To anyone else, this was a psychological nightmare, but to him, it was just another mechanical hurdle he had cleared a dozen times in the game.
The Fog of Mirrors wasn't actually an illusion; it was a biological construct controlled by creatures known as Mistwisps. These tiny, near-invisible specks of golden light floated within the vapor, acting as sensors that recorded a player's movements and appearance to construct the clones..
'They are very troublesome if you don't know how to deal with them,' Akhil thought, keeping his breathing steady. 'They don't attack until you do because they lack a consciousness of their own—they simply copy whatever abilities you use. But that predictability is exactly how I'll end this.'
