Lucendi | Requiem

The leader of the group clenched his fists. "We'll just attack them all. The real one will show himself soon enough."

With a collective nod, they unleashed a barrage of energy, sending beams of destructive force toward each of the illusions.

But before their attacks could land, the clones suddenly moved, leaping toward the men with inhuman speed. Chaos erupted. Trees were uprooted, the ground torn apart as fists collided with flesh.

Every strike from the illusions felt real, sending shockwaves through the grandmasters, who were caught completely off guard.

None of them noticed the real boy.

Sitting casually on a high branch, he watched the chaos unfold below, lazily chewing on an apple, his eyes half-closed in boredom. His legs swung idly over the edge of the branch as he let the clones do the dirty work.

Zarial Umbrin, Apex of the Lucendi.

"Boring," he murmured.