Damian’s POV
When he landed, he panted as that had been his signature move.
“I can’t believe… you’re still alive after that,” he sighed as I shrugged to my feet. “I’m stronger than I look.”
We continued to battle, our movements becoming more desperate and savage.
And then, in a moment of pure instinct, I unleashed a devastating blow.
My sword sliced through the air, finding its mark in his side. Blood sprayed from the wound, staining the ground crimson. The man staggered back, a look of shock and disbelief on his face. It was a sight I had longed to see, the moment when victory was within my grasp.
But as I prepared to strike the final blow, a realization washed over me. Blade was not my enemy. He was my equal, my mirror image. And in that moment, I saw the pain and loneliness that
