"Puny! Slaves!"
BOOM!
While roaring, half of the golden clones along with the real High Orc, smashed into Achilles.
And yet…
His body didn't budge.
Not even an inch.
He remained suspended mid-air, as if gravity and impact meant nothing. His skin glowed beneath an invisible veil of starlight. The concentration of stellar essence in his blood, it was something none of them could comprehend.
Not even a Luminblood-stage Astral Core Ascension being, one who had spent decades gathering starlight, could match what Achilles held in his veins.
"Miasma Emission."
He spoke calmly, voice soft against the chaos.
A terrifying purple-green mist seeped out from his body, swirling and expanding like a storm cloud. It engulfed the Illusory Golden Clones, their forms immediately flickering and destabilizing. The radiant gold that had filled them dimmed into sickly hues. The poisonous green mist slithered through the air like sentient smoke.
One by one, they collapsed.
