Extra: The perfect copy I

When did they disappear?

"I don't know... I have absolutely no clue... This Dungeon has blocked our Mana Detection; even when we're right next to them, their aura is so faint... We can't even tell when they got lost."

Faced with Clinton's bewilderment, Wallace also seemed somewhat powerless in the face of the current situation.

Like Priest, Mage without [Mana Detection] are essentially blind in their current situation.

"... Something might have happened; it's impossible that they got lost on purpose... From the moment we entered until now, this place has felt like a Dungeon deliberately separating us all."

As the captain, Clinton naturally had to play the role of the backbone. He calmed himself down first and began to analyze the current situation.

After all, the only Mage in their group was among the two who got separated, and the current situation was extremely dire for both them and the two who got separated.

Without the protection of their vanguard, Mage extremely vulnerable to attack in battle.

Without the firepower support of Mages, they are easily at a disadvantage when encountering enemies with long reach in battle.

However, Galan had no time to think about such things; with Lia gone, this was the only thing on his mind.

Just a moment ago, I could clearly feel that the other person was right behind me. How could they... how could they have disappeared in such a short time?

It was as if it had vanished into thin air.

Were there some kind of trap or contraption on the ground that bound them?

He turned around, a sense of anxiety rising in his heart. He took a few steps back the way he came, guided by his senses, but found no trap in his field of vision.

"Hey buddy! Don't get separated from us again!"

Seeing Galan walking back on his own, Pass noticed and became anxious. He quickly called out to him, fearing that his older brother would also disappear into thin air like the two women.

... I just looked back...

Galan stood motionless, still pondering how they had disappeared if it wasn't because of this.

To ensure everyone's well-being, Wallace cast a buff spell, [Lionheart], on them.

As a flash of light passed over their bodies, they all felt an unprecedented surge of powerful energy emanating from them.

"If it's just for the short term, there's not much of a rush. With Lucina's strength, even if she encounters a very difficult situation, she can at least protect herself. On the contrary, our current situation is..."

Pass twisted his neck, moving his body as if to sense his current physical condition.

"Brother, I bet you nothing will go wrong following Lucina. He was the one among them who knew Lucina's strength best, besides Clinton."

Therefore, after discovering that the other party had disappeared, she didn't show much emotion. "So, young man, you don't need to worry too much. They were walking together the whole time, Lucina will definitely protect Miss Lia."

Um"

Despite what Pass said, Galan still felt very uneasy.

It wasn't a matter of gambling or not; this Dungeon was far more dangerous than he had imagined. He had sensed something was wrong from the moment he entered.

The vanished team... Forbidden [sensory perception]...

The entire Dungeon seemed deliberately set up, causing everyone to get separated as they ventured deeper. The purpose of this was... to defeat us one by one?

That can't be... If that's really the case, this Dungeon is far too eerie!

Bringing Lia here was definitely a mistake...

"Careful!"

Before Galan could figure anything out, Clinton suddenly shouted from ahead, making him look up sharply.

A dark figure entered their field of vision almost instantly; for them to see it in the current situation, it must have been at an extremely close distance.

Clinton was so close to the shadowy figure that he was practically face-to-face with him.

Just as he was about to swing his sword in retaliation, he seemed to see something incredible, and his movements froze slightly. In that instant of hesitation, the dark figure suddenly attacked in front of him, and a sharp axe swung towards his head.

At this distance, there's no one around who can save him except himself.

Fortunately, Clinton didn't remain stunned for long. Realizing his mistake, he turned his head almost instantly, dodging the decapitation strike with instinct.

"Team leader!"

Seeing this dangerous scene, Pass rushed forward from behind, raised his axe, and prepared to fight alongside Clinton to meet the shadowy figure's next attack.

But when he got closer to Clinton and could see the true form of the shadowy figure, he froze on the spot, just like Clinton had before. Due to the poor visibility, apart from Clinton, the group could only see a blurry black shadow emerging and attacking them. They couldn't make out what it was, only vaguely recognizing it as human based on its shape. But why would a human attack them without reason?

Therefore, Galan's first reaction was that it was an attack by the Demons.

But now, when the true face of the shadowy figure was fully revealed to everyone, they realized that it was actually a native who looked exactly like Pass!

But though it's called earth, the subtly lustrous mud armor is closer to pottery.

"How is that possible...?"

Why... is there another version of me here?

Looking at the Clay Person in front of him, which was exactly the same as himself, Pass's voice trembled slightly, and his expression wavered. It seemed that this was the first time he had encountered such a strange situation.

"Copy of Pass... even the attack techniques and force were almost exactly the same..."

Clinton squinted and carefully examined the Clay Person before him.

In terms of both physique and movements, and judging from the brief exchange just now, he was no different from Pass.

It's as if the same person made those movements.

Is it [Imitation Magic]? But then how do you explain this Clay Person?

Simply using [Imitation Magic] isn't enough to achieve this...:::

What exactly is that thing...?

As Clinton's expression grew serious, his mind raced with thoughts, as if he had gleaned something from the recent encounter, but he was just a hair's breadth away from finding the answer. Meanwhile, Galan, standing behind the three, after repeated observations, finally formed an answer in his mind.