"You're not Beech, who are you?!"
Carl's hair stood on end as he pulled with both hands, and a transparent Spirit Whip appeared in his grasp.
"Oh?"
The silhouette that turned around tilted its head to look at Carl not far away.
"What are you talking about?"
"I am Beech, aren't I?"
The shadow in front of him was wearing Beech's clothes, and its height and build were very similar to Beech's. From the back, it looked almost exactly the same as Beech.
But when it turned around, the face was eerily frightening.
It was still Beech's face, but the entire face had sagged downwards, like a melting candle, stretched out extraordinarily long.
The corner of the eye had torn open a large gap, revealing rolling eyeballs inside.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Carl had the feeling that there were tiny bugs scurrying about within those eyeballs.