Lorraine pulled out the gear from his mouth and only then did Silas cough out, saliva dripping down his chin.
His breathing was rough and ragged.
"What… the… fuck?" he muttered between breaths.
His eyes were still wide with disbelief.
When he was facing his clone, he had been completely outclassed.
The thing had matched his fighting style, his speed, even his voice but it didn't even stop there.
It used his magic too, and magic he couldn't use.
He had never felt so helpless in his life.
'Is that how monstrous these clones really are?' he thought, shaking his head.
Azel crossed his arms, staring down at him.
"How did you let yourself get beaten?" he asked.
Weren't Representatives supposed to be among the strongest students here? Or was there something he was missing?
Silas gritted his teeth and sat up slowly as Lorraine worked to untie his wrists.
