Before this Marshfolk entered, Moyu had already sensed its aura.
To Moyu, no matter how cautious this Marshfolk was, within his "field of vision," it was as conspicuous as the moon in the night sky.
So Moyu left the Shadow Copy on the bed while moving himself onto the outdoor air-conditioning unit.
After the Marshfolk entered, he controlled the Shadow Copy and decisively struck, leaving no room for mercy as he snapped the Marshfolk's neck.
Even if a normal human had broken into the room tonight, Moyu's approach would not have changed.
The Shadow Copy easily dealt with the Marshfolk, and everything from start to finish had gone according to Moyu's expectations.
However—
The Marshfolk turning into a thick, black liquid after being killed, and then being absorbed in the blink of an eye after clinging to the Shadow Copy, were things Moyu had never anticipated.
"Absorbed by my shadow?"
Moyu recalled what had just happened.
That thick black substance clinging to the Shadow Copy had indeed looked as though it had been absorbed into the Shadow Copy's body.
Or rather, the thick black substance had actively burrowed into the Shadow Copy's body.
But in that instant, Moyu had not received any negative feedback. Instead, he had felt something vague.
He could faintly sense that after absorbing the thick black substance, the Shadow Copy seemed to have grown a little stronger.
"Switch."
Still puzzled, Moyu used his consciousness to return the Shadow Copy to its flat state.
Yet the thick black substance that had seemingly been absorbed into the Shadow Copy did not fall out.
That left only two possibilities.
One was that the Shadow Copy had absorbed or fused with the thick black substance.
The other was that the thick black substance had dispersed on its own after clinging