The dark-winged Kye met his counterpart's newfound determination with a slow, unsettling smile. His eyes bore into Kye's with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of his being.
"Very well," he said, his voice still echoing with an eerie familiarity. "I am the part of you that you deny, that you fear. I am your doubts, your insecurities, your darkness."
Kye's brows furrowed as he listened to the enigmatic words. The dark-winged version of himself seemed to be speaking in riddles, and it frustrated him.
"You're not making any sense," Kye snapped, his patience wearing thin. "I want answers, not riddles."
"Hahaha," Kye's counterpart laughed out loud maniacally before having a mischievous smile plastered on his face. "You want answers? Sure, I'll give you some."
To Kye's surprise, the black-winged Kye advanced toward him, the darkness following suit.
Unconsciously, Kye stepped back as his counterpart walked toward him.
