Grand Spell

~Mystery Man’s POV~

It was like an epic war. Everyone from both sides prepared to charge to each other. The ninja guy ran fast. He hadn’t drawn his swords yet, but suddenly something that startled his enemies greatly happened.

His body was split. It wasn’t like he was split into pieces, but he became so many. He jumped out high, seemed like those many of him would pounce toward Albert. But he picked something from his small bag on his waist. All of them did the same.

Albert bugged out. He saw hundreds of shuriken coming toward him. Wouldn’t let a single shuriken hit him, he whooshed to dodge and lose his control on the illusion binding he put to the witch.

“Albert, the others are just shadows! The real person is only one! That also applies to those shuriken!” Annabelle shouted.

Albert looked at Annabelle madly, “I know that. But I can’t decide which one is real, you moron! I still love myself!” he shouted back.