BOOM!!!!
A thunderous boom echoed across the wilderness, shaking birds from the trees. Smoke curled upward in thick plumes until the air slowly cleared.
Standing in the center of the blast zone was a young man with black hair and striking light purple eyes. His palm was still outstretched, faint traces of mana fading from his skin.
Zayne Creed—Zane's clone.
He lowered his hand, smirk tugging at his lips.
"Man, that was easy."
The black coat he wore fluttered in the breeze, long and sharp, its edges scorched by the explosion. It looked nearly identical to Zane's attire, save for the darker tone that gave him a more rogue-like air. Dusting his hands, he strolled toward the gates of Eldrin.
Inside the bustling Adventurers' Guild, a familiar voice called out.
"Welcome back, Mr. Zayne! Done for the day?"
The receptionist—a sleek catgirl with black hair and piercing yellow eyes—smiled warmly, her tail flicking lazily.
