Smoke curled from the impact crater where his abyssal lance had detonated, the air sour with burnt stone and ozone.
Lucen could still feel his shadow in there, mana humming like a second heartbeat. But instead of pressing the fight, he leaned against a jagged outcrop of stone, head cocked as he watched the others struggle.
'If it's me I'm fighting, I already know the ending. Might as well see if the rest of the circus can keep their act together.'
Garrik bellowed as he slammed into his copy again, shield meeting shield with the sound of two mountains colliding. His anomaly was in full swing now, Lucen could feel it, the air itself sagging under the density shift.
The man moved slower, each step gouging the stone floor, but when his shield connected, the shadow's arm twisted grotesquely, nearly buckling.
