"Come on, we have to go. We can't just stay here and watch the show," William said as he patted Remides on the shoulder, having just witnessed Blake shatter the spellblade in Morton's hand and take control of the situation.
"What… Ah?!"
The female ranger, who had been focused on the battle nearby, turned at the sound of William's voice and was surprised to see a second William standing behind her.
This one was dressed in armor called Evil Dragon Bones and holding the Withering Cold, a weapon that emitted cold air. He was the same man she had seen a thousand years ago, using the same equipment.
Meanwhile, the plainly dressed William stood frozen like a wax figurine, with a faerie circling around his head and occasionally stopping to wave at him as if trying to get his attention.
"What's going on here?"