The old man was a bit surprised by William's swift movements, but not enough to frighten him.
This time, instead of summoning just one clone—he conjured ten. A staggering number.
"What do you think?" the old man said with a grin. "Think you can handle all of my clones?"
All of them charged toward William, running as fast as the original.
William knew he was in trouble. Things weren't looking good.
Still, he didn't let it shake him. He held his ground.
He stabbed his sword into the ground. The old man raised a brow.
Six of the clones were charging straight at him. This was the perfect moment to unleash one of his most powerful abilities.
A surge of dark energy began to channel through his palm—his most devastating magic: Black Fireball.
William had exceptional mastery over the spell. The orb formed quickly in his hand, and he hurled it toward the oncoming clones.
