The storm of light dimmed just enough to reveal the battlefield.
Selene stood with her fists clenched at her sides, breath shallow, her eyes regaining clarity.
Ethan stood beside her, the two other versions of himself flanking them like mirrored shadows.
Across from them, the entity screeched, its form no longer fluid. It looked unstable now—corrupted.
Black tendrils lashed out from its form, fracturing the ground wherever they landed. Its eyes, once filled with cold confidence, now burned with panic.
"You don't belong here. This world belongs to me. She chose me. You're all nothing.|
It spat.
"No. You forced yourself into me. But this ends now."
Selene said.
The first Ethan—the one from the real world—nodded.
"You ready?"
Selene gave a half-smile.
"Not even close. But let's go."
The three Ethans charged first.
The entity roared, launching a wave of corrupt energy that distorted the space around it.
