The copy smirked between blows. "You've convinced yourself that emotions make you weak. But tell me, does this strength you're chasing make you feel alive?"
Max didn't answer. His eyes were still, colder than steel.
He pressed his palm against the hilt of his sword, gathering immense power. The space around him trembled as his First Divine Vein — Vein of Origin activated. Divine energy surged through his veins like molten red, flooding the air with raw power.
The mirrored lake shattered completely under the pressure.
"Crimson Burial Sword Art — Fifth Form: Divine Execution."
His sword descended like divine judgment, engulfed in black fire and lightning. The impact tore through the clone's guard and sent it flying backward, crashing into the fractured remains of the lake.
For the first time, the reflection's perfect composure broke. Its blade trembled faintly in its grip, and its expression darkened.
