"Ha!"
"Ping ping pong pong!"
"Ha... ha..."
Gapar was panting heavily, wiping sweat off his forehead as silver tear drops slowly turned into smoke and dispersed beneath his feet.
Watching the creature shape-shift into an identical version of himself, only to wither away as ash was certainly an intriguing experience. The silver tear drop replicated him without any equipment, only a rag—and yet, that's an impression he really didn't want now.
The silver tear drops mimicking himself turned out to be even more troublesome than he had anticipated.
Each possessed the same strength as the tear drops that had attacked them at the entrance of Nox Lorn, but back then, he had Leon and the others to share the load. Now, however, these two silver tear drops were mirroring everything about him.
Appearance, ability, weapons...
Just now, Gapar truly felt the pressure of battling two versions of himself simultaneously.
