"Come here, Father!"
Elena's copy raised her sword and slashed again.
A wide arc of lava rushed toward Duke Sant.
At the same time, the strange creature pulled back its arm and threw its spear.
The spear cut through the air with a sharp sound.
Duke Sant did not stay still.
He flew backward, putting distance between them. His cloak fluttered behind him as he moved.
His eyes were calm, but his mind was moving fast.
He turned his body midair. His sword came down in a clean strike.
His lava crescent met Elena's lava crescent in the sky.
Boom!
Fire exploded again.
At the same time, he tilted his body and let the spear pass by his shoulder. The tip brushed past him and kept flying.
'It seems… it can copy all my elements,' Duke Sant thought as he glanced at Elena's copy.
Wind. Fire. Earth.
Even the flow of energy felt the same. He knew it was not his real daughter.
He knew that. But the face.
The voice. The way she moved.
It made his chest feel tight for just a moment.
