Burnt Out

"Damn you!"

The possessed undead let out a furious shriek, its grotesque form twisting unnaturally as it lunged for Alex, stretching its decayed limbs toward his face.

But it was too late.

Alex's lips curled into a smirk. "Despair and await."

Snap.

The sound echoed through the crumbling maze.

In an instant, Alex's body blurred, vanishing—switching places with one of his clones.

He reappeared mid-stride, now facing the massive undead giants that were relentlessly chasing after the escaping players.

He took a quick glance.

They were all gone. Safe.

Good.

His eyes flicked to his remaining clones.

Only two were left. They had been fighting non-stop, holding back the monstrous horde.

The one he had just swapped with steadied itself, standing its ground.

The second clone—bruised, battered, and barely holding together—turned its head toward Alex. Its expression was clear.

It was ready.