"Damn it!"
Cursing under his breath, Ellis recalled the words of his companion, Holland.
'Could this guy really be a descendant of Rudolph? No... that's not right.'
He stared intently at his opponent's face, which had almost completely lost its human features, his brow tightly furrowed.
'When Rudolph unleashed his full power, his body never went through this kind of transformation. This looks more like... a bloodline mutation? It seems... '
After narrowly dodging another vicious slash, the grave expression on Ellis's face suddenly vanished, replaced by a hint of mockery.
'He doesn't have a drop of Dragon Race Bloodline in him.'
Upon this realization, Ellis flicked his wrist, and in an instant, several blurry, spectral figures coalesced around him.
These apparitions quickly solidified, transforming into figures identical to him.
Even every scar on their bodies was replicated down to the last detail.
The next moment, these doppelgangers scattered, surrounding Graham.
