The shadow stood silently before Lucien.

It looked exactly like him.

The same silver eyes.

The same dark royal armor.

The same Blade of Dawn.

Only one difference remained.

Its smile was empty.

Cold.

Cruel.

The shadow slowly raised its sword.

"I am everything you refuse to become."

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Lucien tightened his grip on his own blade.

"You're not me."

The shadow laughed.

"Aren't I?"

Its voice echoed across the endless white world.

"When Seraphina was in danger..."

"You wanted revenge."

"When Malachai betrayed you..."

"You wanted him to suffer."

"When the Void Lords attacked your kingdom..."

"You wished every one of them dead."

The shadow stepped closer.

"I am...