From the front doors, Lucien stepped out, but he wasn't alone. Beside him was a tall, imposing warrior with long, flowing red hair, clad in crimson armor and holding a katana.
This was his summon.
Behind them, dozens of figures began pouring out in rapid succession, and then dozens more followed.
League members appearing one after another in such overwhelming numbers that it became immediately clear something was wrong.
There were too many of them.
Eduardo's eyes narrowed as he watched the crowd multiply before him. His team had stopped their advance several meters from the house, each of them tensing as they registered what they were seeing.
Hector's summon, Morthorz, was responsible for this.
The shapeshifting spirit's ultimate skill allowed it to recreate perfect visual duplicates of anyone its summoner had encountered. And right now, that skill was being used to flood the battlefield with fake copies of every League member present.
