The warrior smiled.
He had Nysera’s face.
The same silver-and-black hair.
The same glowing eyes.
Even the Moon Crown resting upon his head was identical to hers.
Only one difference remained.
His smile held no warmth.
Only cold perfection.
“You…”
Nysera whispered.
“…who are you?”
The stranger lowered his sword.
“I am who you would become if you abandoned your heart.”
“I am the Queen without mercy.”
“I am your reflection.”
The Devourer laughed triumphantly.
“Every ruler must face the truth hidden within their soul.”
“If she cannot defeat herself…”
“…she will never defeat me.”
The stars disappeared.
The battlefield faded.
Nysera found herself standing in an endless hall of mirrors.
Thousands of reflections surrounded her.
Each mirror showed a different version of her l
