Blood pooled beneath Elara as the fake Kael turned his ice blade deeper into her chest. "Does it hurt, omega?" he asked with Kael's face but a stranger's cruel voice.
"Good. You deserve every bit of pain." The real Kael roared with rage, launching himself at his double.
Their ice powers clashed in an explosion of frozen pieces that cut through the air like glass. "Get away from her!" Kael screamed, making a massive ice hammer. His evil twin laughed, dodging easily.
"She's dying because of you, brother. Your weakness made this possible." Ronan and Darian were fighting their own fights.
Evil Ronan's fires burned black instead of orange, leaving scorch marks on everything they touched. Evil Darian's truth skills had turned into lies, making the real Darian stumble and doubt his own senses.
"We're stronger than the originals," Evil Ronan mocked, his dark fire forming a whip. "We don't have their pathetic emotions holding us back."
