What left the warriors gathered here feeling even more aggrieved was that the shadow Gremory conjured did not disappear with the death of its original, rather, it came to stand beside her like a normal servant before its master.
Gremory's lips curled upwards and pointed at the next target without waiting for the demoralized group to make a move. The shadow jumped forward and attacked that fighter cruelly, aiming for their head ignoring any feelings of comradery its original body had felt towards its victim.
The fellow managed to defend himself pitifully, but his gritted teeth gave way to blood when he looked down to see a sword piercing his chest from behind. When he turned to look back, he found another shadow coalescing in its final stage, bearing his very own features.
"H-Heh…" He could only mutter with a bitter smile, the life leaving his eyes the next moment.