Adam's gaze flickered between the dozens of Celestia's puppet corpses strewn across the chamber and the man with neatly combed dark-blue hair standing untouched amidst the carnage.
'Another fake body?'
His fingers twitched near his weapon as he analyzed the impossibility before him.
Celestia's Authority of Omnipresence explained her puppets' presence anywhere in the Tower...
But this man? How had he projected himself so flawlessly onto this floor?
Before Adam could deepen his analysis, Elaric sighed dramatically, brushing nonexistent dust from his immaculate sleeves.
The blood spikes impaling his torso seemed as inconsequential as raindrops on glass.
"Such a shame..."
He mused, tilting his head with predatory interest.
"Unlike our dear Celestia, I lack the Authority of Omnipresence. Teleporting between floors is... taxing."
He gestured to his bleeding wounds with a smile.
