He understood by now that nothing in this secret domain was without purpose. Every encounter, every beast, every inheritance was a trial ant to push one further. This was no different. If he wanted to take the Lotus of Clear Serenity, if he wanted to destroy his reflection once and for all, he would have to find a way to complete this trial.
But how?
He had killed the reflection a hundred tis over. Each ti he crushed it, it returned without a scratch, with that sa mocking smile and those sa infuriating eyes. No matter what power he used—his flas, his lightning, even his divine strength—it was useless. It always ca back, whole and taunting, its words sharper than any blade.
Across the shimring lake, the reflection appeared once again. Its form rose out of the glowing surface like a ghost of the mirror, slowly rebuilding itself until it looked exactly like him.
"You look thoughtful, Max," it said quietly, its tone soft but laced with derision. "You keep fighting, but you don't even know what you're fighting anymore, do you? Is it you want to destroy, or the part of yourself you can't stand to face?"
Max's eyes narrowed. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked. "I don't have ti for this nonsense," he said coldly. "You're nothing but a mistake, an aberrant created from the trial of the mirror lake."
The reflection chuckled, the sound eerily similar to his own laughter. "A mistake? No, Max. I'm what's left of you—the part you buried. The part you've been running away from ever since you decided to stop caring about anything."
"Stop talking."
The reflection ignored him and took a step closer, its bare feet rippling the surface of the mirrored water. "You know what this trial is, don't you?" it asked with a faint smile. "It isn't about killing. It isn't about strength or power. It's about acceptance. The trial will only end when you stop running away from yourself."
Max's expression darkened, but the reflection continued, relentless in its tone.
"Why did you change, Max?" it asked, its voice rising, echoing through the lake like a thousand overlapping whispers. "You used to fight for sothing. You used to care. You used to burn with purpose, not just with rage. What happened? When did you decide to stop believing in people? When did you decide to stop believing in yourself?"
"I said stop talking!" Max roared, his voice echoing across the entire lake as black flas erupted around him. The water hissed and boiled under his feet, and the air distorted from the sheer intensity of his aura.
The reflection only smiled wider. "You can't silence , Max. You can't silence the truth. You keep calling a cheap copy, a reflection, a fake, but deep down you know that I'm not lying. You hate because I remind you of who you were."
"Who I was doesn't matter anymore," Max said coldly, his voice low but heavy with conviction. "That person is gone."
The reflection tilted its head slightly. "Gone? No, he's still inside you. That's why you're stuck here. This trial is forcing you to face him. The only way out is to stop denying what you've beco. Accept the truth. Accept . Only then will the Mirror Lake release you."
Max didn't answer. He just stared at his reflection, his breath slow and deliberate, though his heart was pounding in his chest.
The reflection took another step closer, its eyes glinting with cruel amusent. "You've beco indifferent to everything," it said, its voice dropping to a whisper that still managed to echo across the mirrored lake. "You don't care about your friends. You don't care about your sister. You don't care about the world you once swore to protect. You threw them all away just so you could chase power. Tell , was it worth it?"
"Enough!" Max shouted again, his flas rising higher, the ground around him cracking under the strain.
But the reflection wasn't finished. Its expression changed—it was no longer mocking but grim, almost sorrowful. "You can't pass this trial until you answer," it said. "You can kill a thousand tis, you can burn the world around us to ashes, but until you admit why you beca like this, you'll never move forward. The Mirror Lake is a reflection of your soul, Max. You can't destroy it. You can only understand it."
The air grew heavy.
The flas surrounding Max flickered, the intensity fading for just a mont as his fists loosened. His breathing beca rough, uneven, as though sothing deep inside him was stirring—sothing he didn't want to face.
The reflection looked at him one last ti, its voice low, calm, and final.
"So tell , Max… why did you change? Why did you stop believing in everyone you swore to protect? Why did you stop caring?"
The words echoed endlessly through the Mirror Lake, sinking deep into Max's mind. For the first ti since entering this trial, he didn't respond with anger or violence.
He just stood there, silent, his reflection staring back at him—not as an enemy, but as the truth he had been avoiding all along.
"I didn't change," Max said quietly after a long silence. His voice was calm, but there was a faint heaviness in it, the kind that ca from soone finally confronting sothing they had buried deep for far too long. He looked at his reflection, and for the first ti, he didn't look angry. He looked… tired. "I didn't stop thinking about anyone," he went on, his tone steady. "It's just that I've started walking the path I think is right for ."
He took a slow breath, and his gaze dropped slightly to the rippling surface of the Mirror Lake. "My friends back in the world… my parents, whom I still haven't found… and my sister, who refuses to even et … I care for all of them. Truly, from the bottom of my heart."
His voice softened for a mont, the faintest trace of emotion flickering through his eyes. "And there's Alice, the person I love the most right now… and Lenavira too. I've never stopped caring about them. Not even once."
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