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Enchantment: Mirror Image

"I'm going to speak with Aristotle," Agamotto declared.

"Are you planning to leave the Brotherhood of Aegis?" Forseti inquired.

"Not immediately, but it depends on the Brotherhood's stance," Agamotto replied, casting spells as he spoke. After a while, a teleportation portal opened, and he stepped through, heading to Akademi College.

Howlett followed closely, concerned for safety, especially since his son had been residing at the college.

The portal closed behind them, indicating that resolving matters would take time.

Diops turned to Forseti, saying, "London Sanctuary is ready. Try contacting Asgard again."

Forseti nodded, retrieving the Orb of Allsight and gripping it tightly.

*Crack!*

The Orb shattered.

Diops anxiously asked, "Any luck?"

Forseti stood silently for a moment before shaking his head. "Still no response."

Diops sighed, running a hand over his face. "Could we truly be stranded here? Might Ragnarok be upon us?"

"No," Forseti assured him. "There's one more orb. We'll try again in a few years. If that fails, finding a way ourselves tor eturning to Asgard may be our only option."

"If only we had a ship," Diops muttered.

"For now, it seems I must master flight," Forseti remarked, heading to an open area where he could practice, flames enveloping his body as he experimented with flight techniques.

Agamotto's discussions lasted a full day and night before he returned.

The portal reopened, and Agamotto emerged at the Supreme Sanctuary with a dozen mages from the Brotherhood, accompanied by Howlett and his son.

"How did it go?" Forseti asked.

"We've been expelled from the Brotherhood," Agamotto sighed. "From now on, we belong solely to the Supreme Sanctum"

Diops asked, "Only these dozen mages are willing to join the Sanctum?"

Agamotto nodded solemnly. "Aristotle gave us two choices: remain in the Brotherhood or face what he termed 'betrayal.' The others were unwilling to choose 'betrayal.'"

"You've officially split from the Brotherhood of Shield?" Forseti clarified.

"We safeguard the world regardless. Our paths diverged," Agamotto explained wearily, waving away further discussion on the matter.

Turning to the gathered mages, he continued, "Welcome to London Sanctuary in Britain. Thank you for joining us. From now on, we will advance our studies of magic here."

"...Each of us is passionate about magic. I believe this sanctuary will one day become a beacon of magic on Earth, renowned across the cosmos."

The mages settled into London Sanctuary one by one, bringing their own magic tomes which they generously donated to the sanctuary's library for future generations.

Thus, a group of Earth's most dedicated magic enthusiasts congregated, officially establishing the Supreme Sanctum.

Yet, the newly formed sanctuary was a meager affair. With only a dozen mages, many began seeking apprentices from the following day onwards.

Agamotto had initially planned to establish three sanctuaries, but with so few members, those plans were postponed indefinitely as efforts focused on London Sanctuary's operations.

On another day,

Forseti faced the Blackstone Juggernaut once more.

"Holy Light Strike!"

Forseti raised hammer high, unleashing holy light directly at the Blackstone Juggernaut's face.

The Juggernaut activated Mirror Image, splitting into four identical figures. Dodging hammer blows, all four surrounded Forseti.

From a distance, the four Juggernauts circled swiftly before simultaneously launching a barrage of icy blasts.

*Clang!*

Forseti raised his shield, parrying the attacks while identifying the true Juggernaut among the clones, following up with a Blessed Hammer strike.

*Boom boom boom!*

Attempting a retreat, the Juggernauts fell to Forseti's rapid assault.

Forseti's warhammer struck the ground.

"Sword of Justice!"

Witnessing Forseti's hammering motion, the Blackstone Juggernaut rolled away too late. The Sword of Justice pierced from the ground, leaving a deep gash in the Juggernaut's leg, blood streaming forth.

"Ah!" The Juggernaut cried out, activating Mirror Image once more.

As light and shadow danced, four identical Juggernauts reappeared before Forseti. Each bore wounds on their legs, their expressions wary.

"For the Horde!" The four Juggernauts shouted in unison, charging towards Forseti once more.

The intense battle raged on for about five minutes.

*Clang clang!*

As spellcasting became impossible, the combatants relied solely on martial prowess and endurance.

*Bang!*

In the end, Forseti delivered a crushing blow to the rear of the Blackstone Juggernaut, signaling the battle's end.

**Reward Obtained: Enchantment: Mirror Image**

Forseti's eyes gleamed as he examined the reward closely.

**Description: Create up to three mirror image clones for confusing opponents, lacking attack capability. The symmetric arrangement of avatars simplifies manipulation...**

In essence, it replicated the Juggernaut's Mirror Image ability. These three clones would prove invaluable for decoying enemies and facilitating escape.

Almost touching hammer's handle to the Holy Deed, Forseti witnessed a flash of light, completing the enchantment swiftly and efficiently as ever.

Testing it out,

Forseti clenched his fist around warhammer, and with the expenditure of divine mana, three blond figures identical to himself materialized before him.

"So impressive," Forseti marveled at the three mirror images, sighing internally.

He practiced directing the avatars, finding it remarkably fluid. Focusing on one avatar allowed him to control it as if it were his own body, movements and speech flowing naturally.

Regrettably, these mirror avatars were purely illusory and devoid of offensive capabilities.

"Lord Forseti," Howlett approached from a distance.

Forseti lowered the mirror images, turning to Howlett. "What's the matter?"

Howlett bowed respectfully. "There's a complex case in the village. I've been investigating for some time, but I haven't identified the culprit. Knowing your ability to discern evil, could I trouble you to assist in uncovering the perpetrator?"

Despite the sanctuary's protection, London Village faced internal security challenges as it grew. Howlett served as its sheriff, tackling such issues head-on.

"What's the case?" Forseti inquired, curiosity piqued.

"Theft," Howlett responded succinctly.

Forseti's interest waned at the mention of theft, but he extended a hand towards the necklace around Howlett's neck, releasing a flicker of Holy Light between his fingers.