The three hunters had already packaged the bear meat into hide sacks when Finesh emerged from the tree line. The pale green-haired one looked up with a grin.
"Hey, Finesh, how long does it take to pee?"
Kael — wearing Finesh's face, his voice, his very mana signature — offered a dismissive wave. "Let's go back quickly with the meat before sunset. Father might get annoyed."
The hunters shrugged and hoisted their sacks. They moved through the forest with easy familiarity, navigating root tunnels and moss-covered paths that Kael memorized with every step. The Mask of a Thousand Faces was flawless — it replicated not just appearance, but build, voice, and even the unique texture of Finesh's mana signature. Even an Origin realm cultivator would find it nearly impossible to detect the deception.
What the other trio didn't know was that the real Finesh was dead, his body buried deep in a cave miles behind them.
