Mira steadied herself, her tails instinctively helping her to regain balance. Her eyes squinted through the fading luminosity, locking onto her clone, who was similarly recovering from the sudden explosion of light and energy.
Both Mira and her double took a moment to size each other up. The clone was an exact mirror, imbued with the same combat experience, the same mastery of Primal Energy and Qi.
Yet, there was an unsettling hollowness in its eyes, a chilling reminder that it was not truly her but a reflection devoid of soul and intent.
"What are you waiting for?" The disembodied voice filled the white void again, devoid of emotion.
Mira tightened her stance, her eyes narrowing. This wasn't just a physical battle; it was a fight against herself, a trial for her soul. Defeat would mean death, but victory would mean evolution, both of her abilities and her inner self.
