The Lord let out a hollow, echoing laugh, seamlessly disengaging from the barrier. He swept his free hand in a wide arc. The dark pools across the chamber violently erupted. The liquid surged upward, rapidly coagulating into three perfect, humanoid silhouettes. Blood Mirrors. They were slightly smaller than the Lord, but their claws dripped with the same lethal magic. They scattered instantly, flanking the party in a coordinated pincer movement.
"Dillon! Cloudy! Intercept the copies!" Nathan barked, stepping back to open his firing lane. "Garrett, lock down the Lord's flank! Don't let him isolate Mirko!"
