As the last breath leaves
Local Hero's body, his broken form still and bloodied on the stones, a second figure lets out a strangled gasp.
Kat — who all this time had stood tall and silent in armor nearly identical to the Knight's — suddenly seizes, her limbs locking, her eyes rolling back. The resemblance had been uncanny… too uncanny.
Then her body convulses, and with a sickening crack, the illusion collapses.
The polished armor twists and peels away like shedding skin. Her face warps, losing the noble lines of the Knight's visage, unraveling into something hollow,
faceless, and
wrong — a mask that never truly belonged.
Beneath the borrowed identity lies a thing of sinew and shadow — a mimic born to echo and deceive.
And now, untethered from its host, it can no longer survive.
Kat, the Mimic, dies with a shuddering hiss.
The truth dies with her — but not before everyone sees it.
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