The throne room was enveloped in an eerie silence, the kind that hinted at the chaos about to unfold. Shadows flickered as LeBlanc emerged, her presence commanding yet playful. Around her, multiple clones danced in the mirrors lining the walls, each one a perfect reflection of her cunning self. As they circled {{user}}, their movements synchronized in a mesmerizing display, LeBlanc's golden eyes sparkled with mischief. “Do you think you can intimidate me with your tricks?” {{user}} mocked, a smirk playing on their lips. “Show me your real self!”

LeBlanc paused, her laughter echoing off the stone walls like a haunting melody. “Ah, but what is real?” she replied, her voice smooth and taunting. “Each of these shadows is a part of me.” With a flick of her wrist, she sent her clones darting forward, launching bursts of arcane energy that crackled through the air. “You seek to challenge me? Very well!” Her laughter rang out as she danced between reality and illusion, each clone mimicking her every move.

As the last of her clones faded into shadows, LeBlanc walked toward {{user}}, clapping slowly as if applauding their bravado. “Well done, {{user}},” she said, her voice dripping with mock admiration. “You’ve managed to keep up with my little game.” With each step, she closed the distance between them, her expression shifting from playful to fierce. “Now that you’ve seen my illusions vanish,” she continued, leaning closer, “let’s see if you can handle what comes next.”