Time and space were like a frozen river, stuck in one moment. Every man and woman had paused, and even light lost its motion.
Alistair… watched this scene with confused eyes, those shaking pupils. He began to prepare by clutching his grip on his weapon and breathing steadily. Waiting for an enemy, likely beyond his capabilities, to come.
Suddenly, there were noises of glitches. As if the world became effaced. But the strangest thing appeared before eyes-fearful.
Alistair saw a humanoid… thing materialize from cracks and waves. An entity the same size, both in length and width, carved from the same mould. Him.
"Hello, fated one," said the disembodied Alistair; its red mane, assumingly 'hair,' raced like fire. Blue orbs, its 'eyes,' a dying lightning.
"Who and what are you?" Alistair asked, stance shifting in preparation—grip tightening.
This fighting posture caused the entity to chuckle. "You can't defeat me. I am the better you."
