Dabi's eyes met his own reflection—a version of himself with eyes that burned like collapsing stars and an aura that dripped with unspoken sorrow and fury. The mirrored Dabi sneered, his voice echoing in a dissonant timbre: "You claim to master space, but can you master the void within?"
For a moment, the confrontation seemed too surreal. Then, with a sharp, collective battle cry, the doppelgängers lunged forward. The team instinctively sprang into action.
Zen was the first to engage, his dual swords slashing through the air. His mirrored counterpart moved in perfect sync, blocking his every strike.
"Hey, if you're going to mimic me, at least try to be original!" Zen shouted, exchanging rapid blows with his phantom. Sparks flew as steel clashed against spectral metal, and Zen's quick wit was matched by his lightning-fast footwork.
