All the apparitions moved. Not one. Not a few.
ALL of them.
Some sprinted, movements glitching like a broken record. More moved—only to snap back… then move again. Others blinked right in front of him.
Ambrose's face paled seeing all this.
He couldn't fight them all.
Not like this.
With a roar, he slammed a palm on the ground in front of him. A simple fireball detonated, scattering sand and smoke around him.
'System, track their movements for me.' he shifted backwards, narrowly dodging a slash aimed at his neck.
Others followed, one slicing into his chest and another cutting into his already wounded arm. He held back a scream, eyes watering as he fell back onto the sand.
The system showed him a screen with a rough map layout. The blue dot at the centre was him. The red dots closing in like wolves to prey were the apparitions.
'Sell aether core!' he smashed his feet into the ground, rocketing himself backwards some more.
