The arena roared to life, the very ground trembling as the two sides collided. Astraea moved first, her hands weaving the threads of time, but her shadow was faster, more aggressive. The dark Astraea bent time with ruthless efficiency, warping reality around her in ways that Astraea had never dared to. Each thread she manipulated felt like it could tear apart the fabric of existence itself.
Selene's music filled the air, but her shadow's lyre produced a dissonant, haunting melody that disrupted the harmony she tried to create. Every note was a battle, every chord a clash of wills. Selene realized, with a sinking heart, that her shadow self had abandoned the gentle power of her music for something far darker a melody that could manipulate minds and souls.
Ikaros took to the skies, launching himself with pure force, but his shadow counterpart was already there, flames trailing from his wings. The two clashed midair, their movements a blur of speed and fire. It was as if Ikaros was fighting his deepest fear that he could have become someone reckless, driven by pride and ambition rather than loyalty and honor.
On the ground, Orion's blade met his shadow's with a deafening clash. The sheer force behind each strike was enough to send shockwaves through the arena. But this wasn't just a battle of strength. Orion's shadow was faster, more brutal, using every trick and tactic Orion had never dared to. This was a version of him that had lost all sense of mercy or restraint, a version that had embraced war in its darkest form.
The battles raged on, each traveler struggling not just against their opponent, but against the part of themselves they had once feared becoming.