The copy is gone, Jinmu realized with a cold certainty that settled in his stomach like swallowed ice. Not just defeated or overwhelmed—completely severed from my consciousness. That doesn't happen unless...
Do Giseon's laughter filled the chamber, rich and genuine and deeply satisfied. The First Blade stood among the bodies of his fallen followers, seemingly unbothered by their deaths, his attention focused entirely on Jinmu's obvious distress.
"Oh, that's perfect," Do Giseon said, his voice carrying the kind of joy that came from a plan reaching its intended conclusion. "The look on your face right now—priceless. You actually thought you could fool us indefinitely with that remarkable technique of yours."
He knows. Somehow, he knows about the copy. But how? The deception was perfect. The copy had all my memories, all my capabilities. There's no way anyone should have been able to detect...
