Liam and the Liam-Copy stared each other down.
Silence.
Liam's gaze narrowed coldly at the Copy.
In turn, the Copy grinned mischievously.
"If you were really me, you'd know you're just a pawn," Liam said to the fake version of himself. "You're not real. You're an obstacle for me to run through."
The Copy smiled coldly.
"And?" he responded tersely. "So what? What's the difference between you and me? I have the Triumvirate Body."
"I have Blood Manipulation."
"I have the Inkshadow Tattoos."
"And I have the King's Eye."
"Nobody on the outside could tell the difference between you and me."
Liam's eyes turned chillingly cold.
"But you didn't earn them," Liam said icily.
"You didn't cut down who I cut."
"You didn't yank out your own eyes."
"You didn't burn and freeze at the same time."
"You're a rendition."
"A fake."
"Matter of fact, why am I even talking to you?"
