"No... I didn't expect you to play fair at all. After all, you're too much of a loser to play by the rules..."
Thalrek's right eye twitched at her words, slightly agitated. Just as he was about to respond to Lillian's blatant insult, he narrowed his eyes.
Right beside Lillian, a puddle of water manifested and as though it was a mirror into another world, a strange figure crawled out before assuming the shape of the human beside it.
Short hair, a jagged and unstable mask, a cloak, and a chestplate.
It was a carbon copy of Lillian, except in a liquid form.
Thalrek huffed, slightly impressed, "So your Affinity is high enough to do that, huh? I doubt you have enough mana to sustain it or create more."
He then grinned mockingly.
"Or even worse! I doubt you have enough mental capacity to even control it while you fight your own share!"
Lillian glanced to the side, eyeing her clone before internally nodding at the Puppeteer's words.
