But before he could speak—
Suddenly, the magic crystal ball in his hand began to glow. Golan's face darkened: "Mirror image?"
He reached out, gripped his magic wand, and pointed forward without hesitation—
[Second-level Magic: Cold Ice Blast]
Ice crystals condensed in the air; waves of chilling frost descended, seemingly freezing the entire space. Then sharp shards of ice darted in all directions like throwing knives, a blanket of indiscriminate aggression upon both sky and earth.
Whizz, whizz, whizz!
The figure ahead shattered like foam upon contact with the ice crystals.
[Third-level Magic: Mirror Image Technique]
This person had been pretending to submit while secretly using the Mirror Image Technique to escape. If not for Golan's uninterrupted vigilance through the magic crystal ball in his hand, it's likely he would have been duped.
It was truly fortunate.
"Trouble!"
The mirror image broke, and Black Rope's true form appeared several hundred meters away.
