The stone chamber stood silent, circular and vast, carved from obsidian marbled with gold veins. Floating above the dais at its center was the Guardian: a humanoid being clad in mirrored plate, its face a smooth glass pane reflecting infinite versions of Leon. It bore no name—only a title inscribed in light.
"The Sovereign Mirror."
Leon stepped forward alone. No allies. No summons. The air here was thick with sovereign pressure—denser than gravity, richer than mana.
One-on-one… this is a test of dominance.
He rolled his shoulders. His body, layered in reinforced Shell Pulse mesh, crackled slightly. The veins on his forearms pulsed with Body Force. No magic. No external tricks.
"Let's test who really stands at the peak."
The Mirror raised its arm, and the duel began.
They clashed like thunder made flesh. The Mirror's strikes were clean—each motion perfect, forged from the echoes of all who had challenged it before.
