"Is… Is that one of your skills?!" Roy asked in amazement.
"Yes. Binary Clone," Master Abraham said and charged ahead with Roy in tow.
Through the chaos of the battlefield, Roy's eyes locked onto the real threat far, far ahead.
The Wraith.
It floated behind the undead army, its black cloak billowing despite the absence of wind. The creature's form was indistinct, as if it existed partially in shadow and partially in reality. Where its face should have been, there was only a deeper darkness, a void.
Roy didn't want to directly face off against the Gate Boss, so his mind automatically began thinking of alternatives. And immediately came up with one.
"Master, I have an idea! Trust me!" he said as they entered the wave of undead.
Master Abraham gave Roy a short look of approval. He wanted to see what the kid had in store.
Roy scanned around for his Abyss Soul, who was tearing through the weak undead.
"Greymane, attack the Gate Boss! Get me a piece of it!" He commanded it.
