Ben swung his dagger down.
The dark edge tore through the air.
The force of the strike carved a deep crack across the chamber floor.
But instead of meeting flesh, the blade passed through Belial's body without resistance.
Belial's figure shattered into a cloud of swirling shadows.
"Another illusion?" Ben cursed.
He pivoted and scanned the chamber.
A soft, mocking chuckle echoed around him.
Multiple images of Belial appeared in a loose circle, all smirking, all adjusting their monocles at the same time.
Each clone looked the same and gave off the same aura.
"Strength is meaningless if you cannot even touch your enemy, Sir Ben," the illusions said together.
Their overlapping voices created a disorienting echo.
Ben clenched his teeth.
Frustration boiled inside him.
"Cheap tricks will not save you, Belial!"
He charged forward and swept his blade in a wide horizontal arc.
The dagger passed through three illusions at once.
