The fake Marco shifted his weight onto his back foot. A moment later, the dark energy constructing his shadow blade dissolved entirely into the dirt. He dropped his combative stance and straightened his posture.
"I have zero desire to fight you, Solomon." The imposter crossed his arms over his chest. "We are simply wasting time by standing around."
Solomon kept his aura-infused fists raised near his chin. "I cannot possibly be wasting time while an active enemy stands right in front of me."
"I am your ally in this situation," the fake Marco clarified. "The spies planted inside the Azure Dragon Sect are the actual enemies here. Every single minute we waste inside this dome drastically increases the danger to the royals and nobles residing on the mountain."
Solomon furrowed his brow and lowered his hands slightly. "Are you not helping Chenric break a prisoner out of the sect?"
