Riley muttered under his breath, voice low and strained.
"No… this isn't good."
His chest heaved as he gripped his side tighter, blood leaking through his fingers.
This was the worst possible time for his skills to go on cooldown.
And now… he was completely vulnerable.
If the shadow clone attacked again, he would barely be able to follow him.
As if sensing that truth, the grin on the clone's face stretched even wider—twisting unnaturally across its blood-slicked face like it was enjoying every second of this.
Then it vanished.
Riley's instincts screamed.
Without thinking, he leapt back—body moving on raw reflex.
But—
Boom!
A heavy blow struck him from behind.
The clone had appeared there in an instant, its fist slamming directly into Riley's back with monstrous force.
—2720!
A massive red notification flared before his eyes.
"Gkha—!"
Riley's body was launched like a ragdoll, flung across the clearing in a blur of motion.
