He closes his eyes for a heartbeat.
Then they snap open—burning faintly red.
Tier 4: Ember Mirage.
He doesn't move toward the fight.
He erupts.
From the trees, ten burning afterimages of Alix split outward in a flickering ring of flame—illusory clones, each moving at a believable Tier 4 pace, darting in all directions, some charging directly into the Tier 5s' peripheral vision.
Flames trail behind them like fire wisps. Real enough to draw attention. Each one with enough weight behind its aura to be mistaken for a genuine assault.
The forest lights up with streaks of fire.
One of the Tier 5s—a red-armored spearman facing Solven—whirls as two of the clones rush him from opposite angles.
"What—?!"
He stabs through one, and it explodes in a burst of flame, harmless but bright.
That's when Solven dashes forward with both daggers.
CLANG—CLANG—!
The enemy stumbles from the flash, barely getting his spear up in time.
Meanwhile—
