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...