Evelyn walked slowly through the dim corridor of the library annex, the leather strap of her satchel digging into her shoulder. Her eyes burned from hours of reading mana theory, bloodline records, and old hunter journals. None of it helped.
Infinite Replication.
That was what Athena called it. But no book explained what that meant. There were replication arts, duplication illusions, and mimic spells… but none were infinite. Her ability didn't fit into any known type.
She exhaled softly, stepping out into the wide stone corridor lined with tall glass windows. The morning sun poured through them, golden and silent, illuminating drifting specks of dust.
Then she felt it.
A cold presence.
She didn't even need to look up to know who it was.
