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~Gaston~

Callum's clones dig into my skin ferociously as if they're on some kind of drug.

Time is running out for me to locate where Azzarus and the real Callum are. The more I lose my flesh to these clones, the weaker I'll become, preparing me as an easy kill for the real Callum.

The clones I killed kept coming back to life giving rise to a continuous circle of killing and reappearing.

Quickly, I shift my priority to keeping them away from my jugular vein. Callum and Azzarus didn't bother to provide them with any weapon, so they only have their fangs and nails to torture me with.

I'm certain they will try to go for my neck anytime soon because it will be the quickest and easiest way to kill me.

I can't let that happen. Before I could manage to push the multitude on my back away, two of the clones bit into my leg at the same time, ripping into my muscle, wrenching a chunk out with their teeth, and spitting it on the ground.

I howl in pain as my leg gives out from beneath me, forcing me down.

I attempt to get up while still trying to focus on limiting their access to my throat, but two more clones go ahead to do the same to my other leg, pushing me to the ground completely.

I'm losing the fight...

In less than a minute, Callum already had me overpowered and pinned to the forest floor with his clones surrounding me, trying to bite into more of my flesh.

There isn't really more I can do than keep fending them off my jugular. Since they keep coming back each time I kill them.

There's no stopping them anymore. Even if I somehow manage to keep them from piercing my neck, the clone's teeth and claws are tearing into other parts of my body.

And it's only a matter of time before I start to lose too much blood to be able to stay alive.

But in my struggle, something sort of a miracle happened, offering me a little break from the continuous tearing of my flesh.

A loud scream echoes in the distance, and each and every one of Callum's clones froze, becoming unmoving statues on top of me, some with their teeth still lodged into my skin, others dropping to the ground mid-jump.

Although I'm in absolute confusion, I can't seem to complain as I utilized the opportunity to ward them off, finding it much easier to do now that they weren’t fighting back.

I've barely gotten half of them away from my body when, without warning, they all simply vanished.

Every single one of the clones disappeared from on top of me and around me, almost as if they had never been there in the first place.

I hurry up instantly, wasting not a single time. Then I quickly adopt a fighting stance.

I'm no fool. This is probably another one of Azzarus and Callum's tricks. Why would they simply give up in the middle of a fight?

Then I heard the sound that made my blood run cold. The terrified voice of my Luna, screaming my name.

"Gaston!"