"For just being an inferior copy, you talk too much." Max's voice was cold, his patience long gone. Black flas surged violently from his body, twisting upward like raging serpents that devoured the air around him.
The earth beneath his feet cracked, unable to endure the heat radiating from his aura. He could no longer stand the endless mockery of his opponent. It was ti to end this.
Drawing upon the full might of the Fla Tyrant inheritance, Max's flas flared brighter, deeper, and more violent than before. The dark fire coiled around him, reshaping itself into living armor. His fists were enveloped in black inferno, condensing into a thick gauntlet that pulsed with lethal power.
The flas along his legs compressed into burning boots that scorched the ground wherever he stepped, while the inferno across his torso molded into a solid chestplate of dark heat, its surface glowing faintly red beneath the shadows.
The power of his 3rd level Concept of Flas roared to life, magnified several tis over. The space around him shimred as the heat distorted the air, and even the copy before him felt the suffocating wave of destruction rolling forth.
"Die!" Max's voice thundered like an executioner's decree. In the next instant, his figure vanished. The ground exploded beneath where he stood, leaving behind a trail of black fire as he launched forward.
He reappeared before the copy in less than a heartbeat, his movents so fast they blurred into a streak of shadow and fla.
His right fist, blazing with condensed infernal might, struck forward with all the fury he could muster. The sound of impact shattered the silence like the roar of a volcano erupting.
Max's punch tore through the copy's chest with a sound like shattering crystal. The reflection's body convulsed once, its features warping and flickering, before collapsing into a pool of liquid light that hissed and evaporated into the air.
The Mirror Lake went silent. Only the faint hum of energy echoed through the emptiness. Max stood still, his body wreathed in black fire, his red eyes burning coldly as he stared at the spot where the copy had fallen.
But then—ripples spread across the surface of the lake.
From the sa light that had vanished monts ago, the shape of the copy began to reform once more. The glow converged, reconstructing its face, its limbs, and the faint smile that Max had already grown sick of.
"I told you," the reflection said softly, its tone infuriatingly calm. "You can't kill ."
Max's jaw tightened. His silence spoke louder than any words could. The black flas around him surged violently, wrapping his entire figure in a suffocating aura of heat and darkness.
Without warning, he vanished.
The air cracked as he appeared directly in front of the copy, his sword swinging upward in a single, perfect motion. The strike carried the destructive force of lightning and space combined, cleaving through the reflection cleanly. The mirror-like body split in half and dissolved into radiant dust once again.
But before Max could even turn away, the sa glow began to reassemble behind him.
"You can destroy the image," the copy said, stepping out of the light, "but not the mirror."
Max didn't reply. His flas flared again, this ti even darker, the heat distorting the air. He clenched his right fist, and black lightning streaked through the fire as he punched forward. The attack exploded with enough force to collapse the ground beneath them, scattering shards of the mirror lake into the air like glass rain.
The reflection scread, its form disintegrating under the sheer pressure.
And then, the sa glow gathered again.
The sa face erged again.
The sa smirk appeared again.
"Persistent," the copy said, almost laughing.
That was the final straw.
The ground cracked beneath him as Max unleashed his power completely. Black flas burst from his body, expanding outward in a wave of annihilation. The entire sky above the lake turned red and black. The heat was so imnse that even the air began to lt into shimring distortion.
The Fla Tyrant Inheritance awakened fully.
The flas on his fists condensed double bound, forming a burning gauntlet that glead like obsidian glass twice the previous size. His legs were covered in blazing boots of black fire as if he wore an oversized shoe, and his chest burned beneath a chestplate of fla that pulsed with every beat of his heart.
Every inch of him radiated divine destruction.
The third-level Concept of Fla roared to life, multiplying in intensity. The ground trembled, unable to bear the weight of his aura.
"Die."
That single word left his mouth like a command from a god.
Max vanished, reappearing before the copy in an instant. His fist struck forward, engulfed in pure darkness and fire. The impact sent shockwaves. The reflection's body was pierced cleanly, a black hole of flas erupting from the other side.
The copy's face froze, its mouth opening as though to speak—but it was too late.
The flas spread from within, devouring it from the inside out. Its form crumbled, breaking into countless particles of black and silver light that vanished into nothingness.
The air stilled.
Then ca the faint ripple again.
The light returned.
The reflection walked out, unhard, its expression as calm as ever.
Max's eyes darkened. "Enough."
He attacked again. The ground shattered. The lake boiled. The world burned.
The reflection died—only to co back.
Max killed it again. And again. And again.
Each ti, his power grew more violent, his flas fiercer, his strikes faster. The lake was nothing but a storm of fire and distortion now, an endless cycle of destruction and rebirth. Every ti he destroyed the reflection, it reford from the glowing fragnts of the lake, smiling that sa mocking smile.
The battle turned into madness.
The sound of explosions filled the entire Mirror Lake of Souls. Each punch from Max tore apart the surface. Each slash from his sword shattered layers of reality. The lake itself trembled as cracks began to form in its mirrored foundation.
Max's breaths beca heavy, his body surrounded by waves of black fla that refused to fade. His red eyes glowed brighter, their edges flickering with killing intent.
The reflection reappeared once more, its tone still calm but its voice faintly distorted. "You can kill a thousand tis, Max. But as long as you live, I'll never die."
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