Rosie blinked again.
Luka reappeared several feet to her left, arms crossed, smirking.
"Yeah... that'll work."
"That..." Rosie looked back and forth between the decoy and the real Luka.
The illusion shimmered briefly, then faded.
She let out a soft sigh.
"I wish my skill tree had something like that. What a shame."
Luka rolled his eyes.
'Be grateful for your skill tree,' he thought.
'You're a heroine. You've got some of the most overpowered ranger skills possible—just like every other important character in this damn game-like world.'
It was truly unfair…
He had the urge to bite down on a handkerchief in frustration, but of course… he didn't have one.
Before Luka could wallow in jealousy too long—
Rosie suddenly perked up, a spark of energy flashing in her eyes.
"Ah! I have a good idea."
It was the first time in what felt like forever that she actually smiled—
Even if just a small one.
"Do I want to know?" Luka raised a brow.
Rosie ignored him.
