Reflection-Riven moved first.
Fast and aggressive, warden power flaring exactly like mine would because it was literally me.
I summoned my spectral blade on pure instinct, the familiar weight manifesting just in time to block the strike that would've taken my head off.
The impact rattled through my arms.
My reflection was strong, exactly as strong as I was, because why would a dimensional prison make this easy?
Around me, the others engaged their own copies in fights that looked like watching yourself in a mirror that wanted you dead.
Azryth's demon power clashed with Reflection-Azryth's identical energy, dark waves meeting in the center with enough force to crack the floor beneath them, both of them moving with centuries of combat experience perfectly matched.
Mara fought with hunter precision, knives flashing as she went for weak points, but Reflection-Mara countered every strike with the exact same tactical efficiency, matching her speed and skill perfectly.
