Sam had summoned his [Primordial Clone] right after unleashing the [Eclypse Slash], which was the only reason Metyr saw two pairs of eyes instead of only one staring through the mist that covered the platform.
And as that mist slowly settled and revealed the scene that waited for him, Metyr stood frozen where he was, his eyes shaking uncontrollably as he stared forward at the two identical figures that looked back at him.
He clenched his teeth as tightly as he could, refusing to let fear take over him even though he could feel it pushing against the edges of his mind.
'I cannot summon my [Magnetic Field],' Metyr thought as he stared at his own freshly severed arm, the limb missing from the elbow down as sparks of broken lightning leaked from the wound. 'I cannot do anything.'
Metyr understood, with a painful clarity, that his chances of victory had collapsed from absolute certainty into something nearly nonexistent, and he wasn't delusional enough to pretend otherwise.
