Veynessa stood tall.
"Looks like your legendary technique doesn't work so well on me," she said lightly, as if commenting on the weather.
Yllara raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with a cold light.
"So, you can still joke with blades at your neck," she replied quietly. "Let's see who laughs last."
Veynessa's clones surrounded Yllara from all sides, blades suspended in the air like stars ready to fall... and yet, nothing broke through. The pressure wasn't enough.
"Time to change tactics," she thought. "Each of my copies isn't just a shadow — it's a full manifestation of my soul, sustained by Qi. Their existence demands constant energy. Every move, every defense, every sequence forces me to react and pay the price. Even the swords hovering around me, so threatening and impressive, are nothing more than dozens of active forms draining my inner energy.
