The Wrong Way of Passing

The maze had been silent until now. Whatever caused that crash was powerful judging from the vibration. 

Another crash followed, this time closer. 

Reign paused, sensing a shift in the air. Someone powerful was coming closer, and he could feel it.

Footsteps echoed in the distance, slow and casual as if whoever—or whatever—was approaching had no intention of hiding. 

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. 

Then, from the darkness, a voice called out. "You're next," 

When Reign looked toward the source, he was shocked to see the figure looked exactly like him— not his monkey king disguise, but his actual second body. 

The figure had the same white hair and golden eyes, but there were striking differences. Its skin was much paler, and glowing white lines ran across its body like cracks in marble.

'How is this possible?'