In the air, countless tiny particles seemed to float about, even the blizzard turned into the ashes of something burnt, slowly fluttering down.
Black trails, dancing like ribbons of polished satin, lunged towards the six clones trying to entangle them, attempting to intercept all six.
Faced with six enemies at once, Ireta was under immense pressure.
She knew that the strength of these clones was formidable.
The original plan had been to catch one off-guard with a surprise attack, with Inas and Florence engaging another, while she herself would take on the remaining five. After what could be days of prolonged battle, she should be able to gradually gain the upper hand.
Once she had the upper hand, seizing the opportunity to kill another one would solidify her victory.
But now, with circumstances changed, Ireta had to take risks.
The worst part for Ireta was, the crisis wasn't just the clones but also the evil spirits about to erupt from below.
