Shara breathed sharply as she lunged her spear at another Jema. This spear went through Jema's body as though they were made of light as well.
'Another fake.'
That annoyed Shara. Every time she went to attack Jema, any of the Jema, they turned out to be fake. And yet there had to be a real one among them. She could hear the sharp crack of the whip, the slapping of the ground.
One of those whips was real. One of those Jema was real.
'But which one?' Shara thought. She had attacked each one by now, she was certain of it. And each one was a fake.
'How is she not among these 5?' Shara questioned. 'Could she really be hiding somewhere else?'
"Girl! We can't survive like this. We need to switch."
The prince's voice came loud and clear.
'Switch?' Shara thought, questioning what he meant. She looked at Jema who constantly attacked her, perhaps to overwhelm her with the attacks so that she could never stop using her powers. Jema probably wanted to exhaust her energy.
