'Accept this... thing?'
'Impossible!'
Kain recoiled from his monstrous clone, his lips curling in disgust. Every fiber of his being rejected the creature before him—this twisted version of himself with its violet veins and predator's eyes. It represented everything he feared becoming, every dark impulse he'd spent years suppressing.
"I doubt that," he snarled. "You're a trick. A test. And I'm not failing this relic by listening to your nonsense."
The monster sighed, shaking its head with theatrical disappointment. "Still running, I see." It gestured lazily, and the void around them pulsed—
—revealing the faintest violet tinge in the air, like a lavendar haze.
Kain's breath hitched. Source energy.
And not just traces. The energy thickened with every passing second, the violet hue deepening until the air itself seemed to shimmer with raw, unfiltered power. It was intoxicating, overwhelming—like a siren call tempting sailors to their death.
