"What the hell is even that?!" Persephone bellowed, pointing at Michael's mimic, which observed them in silent delight.
This was the first time she had ever encountered such a foe, and the novelty only fueled her excitement.
"A clone?" Nicole murmured, unsure of herself.
Michael's copy had replicated him so perfectly that it unsettled the Lords, a shudder running down their spines.
"No matter." Michael's stoic voice echoed. Without an ounce of hesitation, he charged. Whatever the light-born creature was, it didn't carry good intentions.
Sadly, his strike never connected.
The Mimic began to glow akin to lightning, its form blurring as it repositioned far away from the squad.
Michael's eyes narrowed.
"Lightning Surge!" He realized somberly.
Not only had the mimic copied his appearance masterfully, but it had gone as far as to duplicate his techniques!
While he was still processing the revelation, the Mimic raised a hand, wagging its finger in a clear "no" gesture.
