Broken by One, Desired by All
My lungs refused to function.
Standing about ten feet away, surrounded by a faint, swirling aura of hot silver sparks and golden fire, was... me.
An exact, literal carbon copy of myself. He had the same messy dark hair, the same grey sweatpants, the same scuffed boots. But his eyes,,, his eyes weren't normal. They glowed with an intense, terrifying mixture of Fenrir's silver and Daekan's gold, bleeding together like molten metal poured into the same crucible.