Akamir leaned back on the chair as he looked at a mimicker eat the advisor of Zagroth.
His gaze remained cold as he kept on staring at the process.
Sylari was standing close to the door, frozen in her place without speaking a single word.
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It took the mimicker half an hour to complete the process.
Now, an old man knelt in front of Akamir with his head bowed down.
Akamir kept his gaze on him while he ordered the other mimickers to walk closer.
"…How long till you can see all his memories?" Akamir asked, his voice curious.
The mimicker wearing the skin of Malrec replied humbly. "A few hours, my Lord."
Akamir nodded his head. "Digest the most recent ones first," he ordered. "I have some questions to ask."
Sylari pressed herself tighter against the wall near the door.
Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure Akamir could hear it through her mask.
The copy raised its head slightly, eyes dim, like something wearing human skin but not quite human. "What questions, my Lord?"
