The twisted grin on its face unsettled Northern. He grimaced darkly as they soared high into the embrace of the sky.
With a swift motion, he pushed the creature away and unleashed [Echo], following up with an overwhelming impact release that sent the monster hurtling further into the atmosphere.
He rolled in the air from his own impact and stabilized in a heartbeat. Within moments, multiple clones popped into existence around him, all hovering in the vast expanse of Lithia's night sky.
The real Northern vanished among the identical floating copies.
Each clone wore the same dark grimace as the original.
Northern suspected the Abysmal Belial had silently communicated with the Devilish Belial the instant it broke free from its bound hands.
'Their connection to the environment must be linked to their bound hands.'
It had to be. At first glance, he thought the bindings were part of their creation, until he took a deeper, more careful look.
