"Avelvion?"
Celine, who was following from a distance, gasped in shock to see two identical faces occupying the same space.
Ophilia took a deep breath, trying to control her heart from beating too frantically. She looked at the Avelvion who was holding the blue vial behind his back, then turned her gaze to the other Avelvion dressed in lavish attire standing right in front of Avvion.
Avvion slowly released his grip on the collar of the "Avelvion" before him. His smirk faded, replaced by a sharp glare.
"A mirror spell? You've grown quite clever at playing with appearance-altering herbs, my dear brother."
The moment Avvion finished his sentence, the figure of Avelvion in front of him began to crack and dissolve, turning into ordinary water droplets that drenched the velvet floor. It was merely a water clone created using the remaining power of the blue liquid.
