Coco's fury fueled her strength beyond limits— her hands squeezing the imposter's throat with crushing force.
The fake Zaque thrashed, his face twisting in silent agony as he clawed at her grip.
Then, pop.
Like a bubble bursting, the thing exploded into thin air, dissolving into black mist that scattered in the wind.
No body. No remains. Just.. Gone.
The real Zaque was still back home safe and she convinced herself that this mimic had been too good to be true for Zaque to be actually here.
She wouldn't risk her pregnant husband's safety that way. No way in hell.
When they saw that their comrade had banished, the remaining three shadows stepped forward— slow, deliberate, and as they did.. Their forms shifted, twisting into familiar faces.
Heiren's sharp features, Quizen's calm expression, Alhai's proud glare greeted her.
All of them are staring at her with eerily perfect imitations and they didn't speak yet, but the intent was clear for her.
