Jelo launched another Dragon Claw, aiming low. Mark jumped with explosive speed. The moment Mark was airborne, Jelo burst forward with Wing Burst, appearing above him, both hands ignited with flames, drawn back for a devastating strike.
But Mark's reflexes were inhuman. Even mid-air, he twisted, his silver eyes finding Jelo's for just an instant.
The world fractured.
Jelo found himself facing multiple Marks, all with those silver eyes. They surrounded him from every angle. He spun, disoriented, launching flaming Dragon Claws in every direction, setting everything ablaze, but none of them connected. The Marks kept multiplying, their voices overlapping in an endless echo. The fires he created seemed to consume everything, yet touched nothing.
This isn't real," Jelo whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. "It's just a simulation."
