This phantom that was a cheap imitation of my glorious form stared at me with eerie calm as she leveled her illusory sword, daring to take an offensive stance. She really had the audacity to attack me despite our power levels being so overwhelmingly apart. But this specter was indeed an aspect of my own essence, and for that brazen impudence, I would show her the immensity of power one needs to even approach claiming ownership of my lord. I was not being petty just because this sad imitation of myself irritated me to no end - I was benevolently looking out for her ignorant delusions, how noble of me. My kindness was practically spilling forth in waves.
Oh wait, that was just my aura bleeding into the surroundings.
