Simon stared at the greatsword beside his throat.
Then at Torvek's face.
He understood immediately.
Torvek hadn't seen a clone. He had seen Simon cut off Veyra's arm, grab her by the throat and take her head. He had either been distracted or too far away to see her body turn into water.
'Damn it.'
"Torvek, listen to me," Simon said calmly. "That wasn't Veyra."
"Liar."
"She was a fake. Her body turned into water when-"
"I said you're a LIAR!"
Torvek ripped the greatsword free of The Wall and swung.
Simon dropped beneath it.
WHOOSH!
The blade passed so close over his head that the wind of it tugged at his hair. Behind him, the golden barrier flashed where the edge had grazed it.
Simon pushed off The Wall and shot backward into the open sky. Torvek followed without a moment's hesitation.
"The person I killed can copy faces," Simon said, raising the Chaos Blade. "She copied Veyra. She copied you, Rasken, Haldis-"
CLANG!
