Echoes of Darkness
Reign's grip on his swords tightened as he stared at the figure forming from the dark mist. The shape was a twisted mirror image of himself, exuding an aura of malevolence. The oppressive energy seemed to pulse in rhythm with the dark figure's presence.
"What do you want?" Reign repeated, his voice steady but filled with an underlying current of frustration.
The dark figure smirked a cold and mocking expression that sent chills down Reign's spine. "I want what you want, Reign."
"Power."
"Control."
"Victory."
"But you're too weak, too burdened by your pathetic notions of morality and friendship, not willing to go the extra step and make sure everything you want becomes yours."
Reign's eyes narrowed. "You don't know anything about me."
The dark figure laughed, a sound that echoed eerily in the oppressive void. "Oh, but I do."
"I am you, after all."
"I know your deepest fears, your darkest desires."