Chapter 58. There were four of them.
95 years after the genocide of the Air Nomads
Shi Wong Desert. Wan Shi Tong's Library
"I haven't slept this well in a long time," I thought as I woke up.
Opening my eyes, I was confused for a moment. My vision was coming from three different perspectives at once. I didn't understand...
Ignoring Wan Shi Tong and Driya, who were staring at me and whispering, I started turning my head, only to get even more disoriented.
"Calm down, Yuki. Let the bodies adjust to their new... well, bodies," the Spirit of Knowledge said in a calm, measured tone, like a doctor diagnosing a terminal patient.
"Bodies?!" we shouted—all three of us at once. Shocked, I looked to my left and saw the other two versions of me doing the same. It reminded me of a clone movie where the original was already dead, and I was stuck in some matrix. I couldn't help but scream again.
"Pssst, Wan Shi Tong, could his brain have split into four parts?" Driya whispered.
"No, I've checked everything. All physical traits, organs, and memories should be identical across all bodies."
After a while, I calmed down and tried controlling each body separately. To my surprise, it was easy, as if I'd always had three bodies.
They then explained what I'd missed while unconscious. Apparently, there's a fourth version of me still asleep. The element had mutated, so no more copying like the original "Mimic." Time to figure out what's changed.