The moment Rhaenor's fingers closed around Argider's throat, the world shrank to the sensation of his windpipe constricting and the thunderous beat of his pulse in his ears.
Rhaenor's face was a mask of fury, eyes blazing with a hatred so deep it threatened to drown Argider.
But as the pressure increased and his vision began to blur, something changed.
Rhaenor's visage rippled, his features softening, twisting, until Argider found himself staring into his own face.
Argider's heart plummeted into an abyss of confusion and terror.
"Who… who are you?!" Argider gasped, his voice barely audible against the crushing grip.
The other Argider smirked, his expression dripping with malice. "You know who I am. I am you," he whispered, his tone laced with venom. "The part of you that you deny. The part that hungers, that thirsts, that takes without hesitation."
