The imposter's gaze hardened, meeting Kealan's with a chilling resolve. "I am what Desina fears most," she replied, her voice dripping with malice. "The darkness that lurks within her soul, given form and substance."
Kealan's jaw clenched as he regarded the imposter with a mix of anger and disbelief. "You're lying," he spat, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "Desina is pure of heart. She would never—"
The imposter cut him off with a derisive laugh, her eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "Oh, but she would," she sneered. "Desina may wear a facade of righteousness, but deep down, she harbors darkness, just like everyone else."
Kealan shook his head, refusing to believe her words. "No, you're wrong," he insisted, his voice growing stronger with conviction. "Desina is strong. S
