"so bleeding to death is an option for you, isn't it?"

As Jonathan got a clear view of the young man, who suddenly reached out, making a grasping motion. An ethereal, blurry hand materialized from nowhere, seizing the shadow doppelganger that guarded Jonathan.

Dark fissures spread through the air, and the illusory hand clenched the shadow double's skull, crushing it instantly!

The substance, like black mire, disintegrated. Miles away from the shadow doppelganger, Diema panicked and sprang from her bed, pacing the room like an ant on a hot pan.

"Form another! Form another!" Diema stared at her own shadow beneath, "We have an enemy, go help Jojo!"

Her power, after prolonged use, was nearly spent; forming a new doppelganger was particularly straining. The shadow writhed for a moment, shaping into a slightly smaller and somewhat translucent doppelganger. The shadow doppelganger whizzed through walls, racing towards the outskirts.