The Howling Throne
The reflection’s eyes burned with an eerie, golden light.
The reflection stepped forward, the water rippling beneath their feet. “You wish to break the cycle, yet you are bound by it.”
Elior’s heart pounded. “Who are you?”
The reflection smiled. “I am what you could be. What you might become.”
The reflection lunged.
Elior barely raised his sword in time, their blades clashing with a force that sent ripples across the water. The reflection moved like a shadow, mirroring Elior’s every strike, every movement. It was a battle against himself, his fears, his doubts, his fate.
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