It's no wonder Olin was confused, frozen in place, with a rare look of bafflement on her pale face.
She excelled in transformation magic, so naturally, she was good at seeing through transformations. However, the "Olin" in front of her was more like her than she ever could be, from the curvature of the braids, the twitch at the corner of the mouth, to the neurotic frenzy in the eyes.
She originally just wanted to kidnap a hostage to threaten the Evil Thought... What monster had she kidnapped?
"Are you a shapeshifter?" Olin's voice trembled slightly, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her dagger.
"No," Leon grasped the dagger, smiling, "Are you ready?"
