Realm of Night

"Hah!"

"Clang, clang, clank!"

"Haah."

Gapar gasped heavily, raising a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Beneath his feet, a Silver Tear was slowly dissolving into mist.

Watching a creature that looked exactly like him turn to ash and die was truly a novel experience. What was more, the Silver Tear had copied a version of him wearing no equipment but a scrap of cloth. He absolutely did not want to feel like that.

The Silver Tears that transformed into his likeness were even more troublesome than he had expected.

Each possessed the same strength as the Silver Tears that had attacked them at Nokron's entrance earlier. But then, Leon and the others had been beside him to draw some of the firepower. Now, the two Silver Tears he encountered were copying everything about him.

His appearance, abilities, and weapons.

Just now, Gapar had genuinely felt the pressure of fighting two versions of himself at once.

If not for the fact that the people copied by the Silver Tears had no armor, lacked the intelligence to flexibly employ all sorts of tactics, and had bodies somewhat more fragile than those of normal people, allowing him to seize the chance to unleash a fierce Battle Skill covering over a hundred meters and wipe out their health bars in one wave—

He would definitely have had a miserable time in that fight.

Mimic Tears were creations researched by the residents of the Eternal City in order to create their own king. They were numerous and unremarkable in appearance.

But they were remarkably powerful. To the residents of the Eternal City, Mimic Tears were their secret weapon.

Unfortunately, it seemed they had not had time to deploy more Mimic Tears to the battlefield before their city sank underground, leaving behind countless