"There's only one person who moves like that," Riga continued. "I felt the aura of my twin brother deep within me, and it didn't lie—here you are before me now. And using your Arcadian name—Saif—only confirmed my intuition."
Shahin said nothing, though countless thoughts flooded his mind, intertwining in confusion. Riga, believing he had the upper hand, pressed on. He thought Shahin hadn't expected to be found so quickly. In truth, Shahin didn't care.
"So, you finally came... to meet your death, I presume!"
Silence. Neither moved. They simply stared each other down, each eager for the decisive fight they had both awaited for so long.
"Riga..." Shahin repeated.
He glared furiously at the man he believed to be his brother, a deep sense of repugnance bubbling within him, causing faint waves of nausea.
