Mira finally arrived, panting and complaining at Jelo for rushing off without her. Her face was flushed from the sprint, sweat beading on her forehead, and her breathing came in ragged gasps. "You can't just… run off like that!" she managed between breaths, doubling over slightly.
But even as she spoke, her eyes were already taking in the scene—the massive ihe standing in the center of the street, Ken barely upright, Atlas motionless on the ground, and Jelo facing down the creature with flames flickering around his fists. Her complaints died in her throat as the gravity of the situation hit her.
She straightened, her expression hardening with determination. Without another word, she split into a clone. The air shimmered for a moment, and suddenly there were two Miras standing side by side, identical in every way. They exchanged a brief glance, a silent understanding passing between them, and then they moved.
