The sound of steel clashing against steel filled the air as Adrian faced his doppelgänger in the heart of the battlefield. Every strike felt like a battle with himself—not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. Each swing of his sword felt like he was trying to sever the very essence of who he had been and who he was becoming. The fight was not about strength. It was about choice.
His reflection moved with a cold precision, anticipating his every move, countering with devastating skill. Adrian could feel the weight of every mistake he had made, every life he had lost, every moment where he had failed. The battle was exhausting, not just on his body, but on his very soul.
"Why do you fight?" the doppelgänger taunted, its voice echoing through the chaos. "You already know how this ends. You always fail."
Adrian's breath came in short gasps, his body bruised and battered from the relentless assault. But he refused to stop. He refused to give in.
"I fight because it's my choice," Adrian grunted, his sword clashing against his reflection's blade. "I won't let this be the end. Not again."
The reflection paused, its eyes narrowing as it stared at Adrian. For the first time, there was a flicker of doubt in its gaze. "Choice? You think you can change the outcome? The cycle will continue. It always does."
Adrian's grip on his sword tightened. No. Not this time.
In one final, desperate move, Adrian dropped his sword. His doppelgänger faltered, its expression momentarily confused. And in that moment of hesitation, Adrian took a step forward—not to strike, but to embrace.
The reflection recoiled, as if the very act of compassion was foreign to it. The shadows around the figure began to melt away, dissolving into nothingness. The sword of darkness shattered, the energy that had been binding them together began to unravel.
"No," the doppelgänger whispered, as its form started to dissipate. "You can't... end it like this."
Adrian reached out, and with a gentle hand, he touched the reflection's shoulder. "I can," he said quietly. "Because I choose to."
The figure collapsed into nothingness, the echoes fading into silence.