Simulacrum was a very ancient spell. It had been invented during the age of Netheril, but the great arcanist who created it had tragically discovered that he had invented an incomplete spell, because it was utterly useless to mages.
You couldn't exactly have a mage create a duplicate to go fight others in hand-to-hand combat, could you? These duplicates could only inherit eighty percent of the caster's physical abilities... The duplicates created by that spell might not even be able to beat a child...
But it was different for Solam. Among all creatures capable of casting spells, Solam's physical condition was likely only slightly inferior to naturally magical beings such as dragons, demons, and devils. Compared to most mortals, he was absolutely among the very best.
Thus, Simulacrum seemed practically tailor-made for him!
Just as the Simulacrum incantation ended, the monster staggered out of the inferno created by the dragon breath. Eighty percent of its body had been charred black by the red dragon's scorching fiery breath, and more than half the tentacles on its back had been burned away.
But before it could search for its enemies again, five Solams appeared before it! (Simulacrum could create up to eight duplicates, but the number of duplicates was heavily related to Intelligence. Generally speaking, one needed an Intelligence score of 28 to create eight. Solam's Intelligence was insufficient, so he could only create five. It was utterly absurd that the number of duplicates—duplicates that could only use physical attacks—depended on Intelligence.)
All five Solams wielded identical weapons. Before the monster could make sense of the situation, a barrage of weapons came crashing down upon its body!
At the same time, Solam's true body had arrived directly above the monster!
Just as the monster experienced the predicament Solam had faced moments ago—two