The scream echoed.
Two, three, infinite.
The reflection and Daniela roared in unison, and the void shattered into concentric waves of pure green and black energy. The creatures watching, motionless until then, were swept away in a flash like insects burned in fire.
The emerald blade, once firm, began to crumble in the reflection's hands, piece by piece, as if being corroded from the inside out. Daniela didn't let go. Her claws burned, her mouth latched onto the reflection, not devouring flesh, but sucking the essence that tried to pass itself off as her.
The reflection screamed. Not as an enemy, but as a part of her being ripped away.
And Daniela felt it—the hatred, the emptiness, the resentment. She felt every grain of that darkness pouring into her.
The flames around her exploded even more, not just dark green, but with a deep shade of white at the center. Something new, corrosive, greater.
