"Hesitate?" Albrecht let out a dark, rumbling laugh that echoed down the metallic corridor.
He didn't lower his guard. He tightened his grip on the Aether-Cleaver, his silver and crimson eyes locked onto the flawless mechanical copy of his ally.
"The Architect clearly doesn't know me at all," Albrecht sneered. "I don't care about faces. I care about who is standing in my way."
The fake Emmeline tilted her head, her platinum blonde hair perfectly replicating the real woman's movements. Her neon blue eyes flashed.
"System. Activate [Phantom Step]," the Vanguard Assassin buzzed. Her voice was exactly like Emmeline's—smooth, aristocratic, and deadly calm.
She vanished.
Albrecht didn’t rely on his eyes. He relied on his battle instincts. He spun on his heel and swung the massive Aether-Cl
