Beep.
"The sixty minute countdown has commenced"
The restriction bracelets emitted a faint tremor, signaling their activation.
Anthony's eyes narrowed, settling on the slime before him.
Before him stood a figure, identical in every way.
Same height.
Same cold eyes.
Same sword at his hip.
No words.
No emotion.
It was him, stripped of humanity, driven only by perfect execution and efficiency
It didn't moved.
'It won't attack unless it senses a killing intent, will it?'
Anthony pondered, observing the creature intently.
'How extensive is its ability to replicate?'
He let the thought linger for a moment before making his decision.
'Simply standing here won't yield any answers'
With a subtle shift of his will, a wisp of killing intent surged toward 'Anthony'
As 'Anthony' sensed the killing intent, 'he' moved.
A blur.
A whisper of metal through air.
