Damon stood there frozen for a moment. His eyes widened, but he did not understand what had been taken from him.
He still looked whole. But something had been pulled out of him and handed to his reflection.
Damon did not waste another moment. He shot forward, feet digging against the mirrored ground, sword drawn in an instant.
He swung downward with a frozen crescent arc. The impact smashed against the reflective world behind the reflection, sending cracks rippling outward like veins of ice.
His eyes widened again. His reflection had not even touched the blade. It simply stood there, watching him, unbothered.
Damon glanced at his hands. His fingers trembled slightly from the force of the strike. Then he frowned.
"It's not real," his thoughts screamed through the world, the sound ripping the silence apart.
The reflection smiled softly at him.
