War XXVIII

The maze responded, its walls warping violently as the illusions intensified. Suddenly, a figure stepped out from the light—a perfect replica of Aiden himself, clad in dark armor, his eyes glowing with an ominous red light.

"Wisdom isn't just knowledge; it's understanding your weakness," the doppelgänger said, his voice cold. "Do you understand yours, Aiden?"

Aiden raised his scythe, staring down his dark reflection. "I've faced my weakness countless times. You think showing me a twisted version of myself will scare me?"

The doppelgänger smirked. "No. I'm here to remind you that the greatest threat isn't out there—it's within."

The two clashed in an explosion of power, their movements mirroring each other perfectly. Each strike was a battle of wills, the maze distorting around them, feeding on their conflict.