Damon dashed forward as he conjured a flaming crimson lance. At the same time, the other one did the exact same thing.
Two figures, identical in form, in power, in fury, clashed in the center of the poisonous mist like colliding stars. Their lances struck with an earsplitting crack, a shockwave tearing through the air as fire met fire and blood met blood.
The force of their clash rippled outward, splitting the green fog and scorching the stone beneath their feet.
Damon spun, ducked a mirrored strike, then thrust his lance low, only for the doppelgänger to anticipate it, blocking perfectly. The clone grinned, mimicking his movements down to the twitch of his fingers.
It was like fighting someone who knew all his instincts before he could even act on them. "You think you're in control," the doppelgänger sneered, lashing out with a blood-slick palm. "But you've already lost yourself. You are nothing but a puppet now, walking in the path already forged for you by someone else."
