Roman faced a version of himself wielding voidfire, eyes cold, a mercenary who had abandoned everything for power.
Millim's other self looked ancient—like a queen of blood and ruin, power surging like a tidal wave.
Navala saw her alternate—tired, bitter, scarred… but powerful beyond imagining.
And Leon…
He stepped forward and locked eyes with his mirror-self—Voidbreaker energy radiating like a storm, but his aura… was hollow. Empty. A being who had sacrificed too much. Who had become a God of Nothing.
"…This is what I could become?" Leon muttered. "No… what I will become… if I don't choose carefully."
Another one opened and from it came out of Liliana Counter.
She looked the same, at first glance—same graceful posture, same calm demeanor—but there was a terrifying calm in her eyes, as if she'd long since stopped believing in anything but the blade. Her aura shimmered like a blade dipped in divine ichor and tainted by demonic wrath.
