Kesya's laughter echoed in the distance, unable to contain her excitement any longer. "Go, boss! Show 'em how it's done!" she cheered, her voice brimming with anticipation.
The ground beneath the shallow lake cracked slightly from the immense pressure, and the mist around the arch began to swirl violently. Lyon and his replica disappeared once again, only to reappear in another violent clash, their forms flickering in and out of view. Each collision sent shockwaves reverberating through the air, rattling the very foundation of the Depth of Mortal Lake.
The lake, once calm and serene, had become a stage for a battle that eclipsed all else. Lyon versus Lyon—the real against the reflection, but there was nothing ordinary about this duel. It was the embodiment of boundless power and sheer will, with both versions of the same man unleashing techniques that shook the very foundation of the Mortal Lake.
