"Artifacts..." Aramith said as if he was tasting the word.
"So you're confused?" Aramith tilted his head."Halfway through the fight… You stopped hitting me. You were hitting a clone."
Utter.
Silence.
"Did you not question why the body couldn't keep fading properly?"
Eryndor opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't.
I thought that meant he was dead.
"And you were too uncontrolled to notice me sitting here. All I had to do was control my breathing to mask my presence, something anyone with proper discipline can do."
Mozrael frowned. His aura is unstable...
No one could make a sound.
"Who is he?" Serephene asked from her high seat.
Elira looked as baffled as Erynodor.
She couldn't make sense of this. She was sure she could see Aramith clearly, but how did he suddenly...
"I don't know him," she replied to Serephene. But she now wanted to know who that boy was.
"Therin..." she whispered.
Eryndor stared at Aramith as if he hadn't heard correctly.
