Clash of the Amara

The void quaked violently, the two Amaras standing on opposite sides, both radiating defiance. The air between them crackled, heavy with unresolved tension and the sheer force of their clashing wills.

"I'll give you credit for one thing," Amara said, her voice sharp as a whip. "You're even more obnoxious than I imagined. Congratulations, you're officially the worst version of me."

The other Amara smirked, crossing her arms with exaggerated nonchalance. "You talk a big game for someone who's spent the past day chained up like a decorative lawn gnome."

Amara's fists clenched, her violet eyes glinting dangerously. "Big words from someone whose entire personality revolves around being bitter, pathetic, and oh yeah evil."

"Evil?" The other Amara let out a mocking laugh. "Is that what you tell yourself? I'm not evil. I'm real. I'm the part of you that doesn't grovel for scraps of approval or whimper at the sight of Eirik."