"Ten Thousand Steps of Shadow: Mirage."
In the blink of an eye, a thousand shadow clones struck him down.
Their blades tore through his flesh with terrifying ease—
The same flesh Ragna had failed to even scratch.
Lawrence let out a monstrous howl,
but his body regenerated at a terrifying pace—morphing into something even more grotesque and hideous.
Spewing dozens of red tendrils, the ghoul lashed out wildly ...
Destroying the battlefield, uncaring of friend or foe.
Those tendrils were unbelievably fast and devastating ..
Everything they touched was reduced to nothing more than bloody pulp.
And yet—
I found myself charging toward him once again.
Wielding both of my swords, I tore through those filthy tendrils at lightning speed ...
His black blood splattering and mixing with the red of his own soldiers.
I kept cutting.
Again and again.
Lawrence kept screaming ..
Each time his body changed, twisting into new, horrifying shapes.
