Fate

"Reflections of Fate?" Aiden muttered. "Annoying."

These weren't just illusions; they were temporal echoes—versions of himself pulled from possible futures, each armed with different outcomes and experiences.

One Aiden wielded lightning, another controlled space, while another burned with divine flames.

All of them attacked at once.

Aiden vanished, slipping through space with a movement only possible with his Pathfinder authority. Reappearing above, he swung his Reaper Scythe, slicing through the first reflection.

But instead of fading, the reflection rewound, reforming instantly.

The Gatekeeper watched from her throne, unimpressed. "Power alone is meaningless. You must understand the nature of reality itself."

Aiden clicked his tongue. "Of course, it's a test."