Every time I tried to focus, I'd catch a glimpse of Mirror-Seraphine. She wasn't just reflecting me; she was mocking me. She looked perfect, no soot, no sweat, just pure, cold, murderous intent. She was mimicking my movements, but a split second faster, her hands glowing with a darker, uglier light. "Damn it! Who wrote this scene!"
And then there was the noise. The sound of Sir Jin fighting himself was like a rock crusher in a canyon. Raya was roaring, her violet flames bouncing off the walls and nearly singeing my eyebrows every five seconds.
"I can't do it!" I hissed, the Qi flickering in my palms like a dying lightbulb. "The feedback is too much! It's like trying to tune a radio in a thunderstorm!"
"My Lady, the shadows are merging!" Sir Alex bellowed, his Divine Sword clashing against a mirror-blade held by his own reflection. "We are fighting an echo that grows louder with every strike!"
