Ephraim faced the deity Nar with a set of resolute eyes. It was like he was looking at the fire version of himself. Nar's eyes were also set on him, with equally unwavering aura.
The fire vessel narrowed his gaze.
"Do you think . . . everything is according to fate?" A sword made of fire then blazed aflame to the hand of Nar whilst he had articulated these words. Even his voice sounded like Ephraim.
Ephraim did not answer Nar's question as he ran to attack the deity with his blade. Nar parried his attacks effortlessly. The fire vessel wasn't looking for a mere second. 'An opening!' Ephraim thought, swinging his blade straight to the Vessel. But before his weapon could even pass through Nar, a fire blade parried shortly in a matter of trices.
'He's fast!' Ephraim thought as he jumped to back away.
Nar flashed a smile at Ephraim, the same curve of the lip and the prudent gaze; even their smiles were the same. A direct copy!
