Abigail's POV
I trudge up to the altar, the last sacred site looming in front of me in a thick atmosphere of tension.
The shadows around it beat-ooze off darker than any so far.
One step forward, and from the dark the outlined figure now appeared-my shadowy counterpart, the twisted self that once confronted me.
This time, it looks even more real, even more alive.
His eyes gleam with an evil light as the shadow steps closer to me, then he raises his blade: "You've come so far yet still cling on to hope.
" It sneers, a voice twisted like a mirror version of my own. "But without sacrifice, there can be no salvation. Only one of us will survive."
I grip my weapon tightly over my knee, knuckles white. "You are nothing but a manifestation of the darkness he had left behind," I reply, try
