Spell Weaver [Book 2 Complete]

Alex watched in both horror and fascination as Robert stepped up to fight. His mind worked in overdrive as he took in the surroundings and felt his skin crawl as more of the alien-like creatures emerged from the trees.

They wore minimal clothing, reminiscent of tribal cultures Alex had seen in videos from Earth. Their skin appeared thicker and sturdier than Robert's fleshy human exterior, almost like a dense hide. In addition to the angular features of the nose, they had ridges of protruding bone along their cheekbones, shoulders, and elongated fingers.

When close to twenty of them were present, they fanned out, forming a circle around their entire group. Both Robert and the one who answered his challenge stood with their arms raised in that frozen salute, bleeding onto their head and shoulders.

The enemy was the first to lower it, followed by Robert.

Alex looked from left to right as those circling them took slow, graceful steps back into the edge of the woods. They were still present, just no longer in the way, fading to faint silhouettes, present only to watch.

A very loud part of Alex’s brain wanted to immediately dismiss both clones and activate a swift spell. The increased stats and speed would greatly increase his confidence, or at least make him feel more in charge of the situation. It was only when he scanned the challenged creatures that he felt his nerves calm, and he began to question himself.