The wound across his chest refused to heal.
Even his demonic regeneration couldn't overcome the destruction of the Black Hole Aura,
a power that surpassed even the corrupted light of his own Moonlight Blade.
Still…
V rose again, teeth clenched, and charged.
"Good," Frey said with a faint smile.
"Let's continue, then."
Their blades collided once more,
explosions of aura erupting with every clash.
But Frey wasn't fighting to end it quickly—
he was deliberately prolonging the battle, testing his opponent.
"The Covenant of Mirrors…
it's said to let the user copy others' powers," Frey said between blows.
"But that's not quite true, is it?"
BOOOOM!
Steel met steel again as Frey continued his analysis mid-combat.
"It's not copying," he said.
"It's simulation. That's a more accurate term."
V couldn't copy true world-breaking abilities.
He could only simulate what he saw—
replicating movements, aura patterns, and styles to a degree,
but never perfectly.
