"Yes, our minds are one."
The Phantom Twin's voice was mine—same timbre, same cadence—but layered with an eerie certainty.
"More precisely," it continued, "we share the same brain. I know everything you know. And right now? You should unsummon me before you pass out."
I didn't argue. The moment I canceled the ability, the Twin dissolved into wisps of shadow, leaving behind only the faint scent of ozone.
A headache immediately spiked behind my temples.
I braced my palms against the grass, sucking in sharp breaths.
So it consumed mental energy—or maybe raw stamina. Either way, it was good. Without aura to fuel abilities, I wouldn't be able to use them otherwise.
"Hmm."
My vision swam as exhaustion pressed down on me. Every muscle screamed for rest, every cut and bruise throbbed in unison. Even my thoughts felt sluggish, like wading through tar.
I need to move. Need to—
"Hooh."
