Grand Magus Test V

-SPURT-

Warm blood splashed across the nearby plants and drenched the upper body of the boy. A few drops landed on his face.

His eyes trembled in horror. "Why!" he whimpered. "I told you not to..."

"Come on! Stop being a baby." A voice identical to his own said—but rather than in front, it came from behind the young man.

That eerie phenomenon, however, wasn’t the most pressing issue for the young man, because the spilled blood was his.

His stretched-out arm... was gone. Severed completely from his body.

The pain finally caught up with him, and he let out a scream. Survival instincts kicked in, and he leaped backward, putting distance between himself and the boy.

And now he saw them clearly.

Two boys.

Identical in every way—hair, voice, clothing, even the shape of their eyes.

Twins? No. Even twins would be envious of such mirroring.