Rubble whispered as dust settled. Broken towers loomed like jagged teeth. All that remained were two figures locked in opposition: Lan, Heaven's Heretic reborn, and a clone of himself that just won't die.
Lan's double lunged again, moving as if carved from the same mold as Lan, yet slick with smoke and absence. Every strike mirrored his own movements, yet twisted, sharpened by Karahad's will.
Steel screeched. Sparks leapt. Devil's Lie howled against its phantom twin.
Lan grimaced as his footing slipped against the fractured stone. His double pressed with flawless rhythm, an unyielding reflection given perfect malice.
Karahad stood just beyond, cloak of shadow bleeding tendrils into the broken city, his hands folded casually behind his back as though watching a child perform tricks.
Enough.
Lan's hand snapped forward, dark threads of Qi coiling around his palm.
[ Severance Touch. ]
