There were still five left.
They moved like wolves, coordinated, encircling him with swift, fluid steps. Their spears thrust in rapid succession, forcing Ryuzen into a defensive dance.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Each strike rattled his arms, but he held firm. His sword slashed out, cutting through the air with blinding speed.
Another clone fell, then another.
Even so, they kept coming.
The remaining ones didn't hesitate. They moved faster now, more aggressively.
Ryuzen's breathing grew heavier. His arms ached, but his superior dragon's stamina kept him going.
He clenched his fist, drawing upon the heat inside him.
[ Firestorm Emission ]
As he activated skill, a surge of flame burst from his palms, sweeping in a wide arc. The fire roared, engulfing two of the remaining clones and reducing them to smoke and cinders.
Now, Only one was left.
The real Irina.
