197 Scheming

Back in Jarlon Valley, 

Parlee sighed while standing in front of the mountain that held his master. There were thousands of chains covered with arrays wrapped around the entrance way. It would take an idiot not to figure out that the doorway could not be opened with simple means.

Parlee had never made it to where his master was before, and as such, was extremely grateful that he even had this opportunity. Moving Oclen's arms as his own, a small mirror seemed to appear on his left and right side. When he turned, he could see hundreds of versions of him looking back at him. He sighed, and then immedaletly snapped his fingers.

All the hundreds of mirrors around him shattered, and all that remained was many ideas floating throuhg his head.