He understood by now that nothing in this secret domain was without purpose. Every encounter, every beast, every inheritance was a trial meant 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 times over. Each time he crushed it, it returned without a scratch, with that same mocking smile and those same infuriating eyes. No matter what power he used—his flames, his lightning, even his divine strength—it was useless. It always came back, whole and taunting, its words sharper than any blade.
Across the shimmering 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.
