The clone that emerged from the Mirroring Well was indistinguishable from the original Heavenly Victory in every conceivable way.
The same cascading twin-fluffs of shimmering silver hair streaked with crimson, the same glowing heterochromatic eyes—one a vortex of spiraling green, the other a blue lens with a golden crosshair. Even the smirk curling her lips carried the same haughty, self-assured air.
But it wasn't just her appearance; her aura radiated the same overwhelming presence. Her movements mirrored the confidence of one who could bend reality itself. Her words, sharp and smug, carried the same cadence, as though a fragment of the original soul had been perfectly replicated within this new vessel.
Had she really pulled the exact same Heavenly Victory from another fragment of existence out of luck, or was there manipulation behind this?