"Shelly! Don't look at its face! That's not me!"
Rin called out, his voice echoing across the battlefield.
The illusion slowly turned toward Rin before letting out a soft laugh.
"Why should she believe you?"
It spread its arms as if presenting itself.
"I'm standing right here."
Its calm smile never wavered.
"You are the fake one."
The words caused Shelly's breathing to become even more ragged.
She knew they were lies. She knew the real Rin was standing behind her.
Yet the system had recreated him so perfectly that every instinct she possessed screamed at her not to swing her sword.
Meanwhile, the battle surrounding them continued to worsen.
Without their abilities, the hunters were steadily being pushed backward by the endless tide of monsters. The monsters themselves were not overwhelmingly powerful, but they no longer needed to be. Their sheer numbers were enough to exhaust even the strongest hunters.
