The reflection stared back, but it wasn’t quite you. Every movement Tamsy made was mirrored, twisted, as if the world itself mocked your rivalry. Your Abyssal Reliquar shifted, thrumming against the glassy floor, warning of the danger lurking in the mirrored world.

He smiled, stepping through the distortion, eyes catching yours in a way that felt too close, too intimate for an enemy. Every strike he feigned was perfect, forcing you to anticipate, dodge, counter—never knowing where the line between him and his reflection began.

Water coiled around your arm, instinctively reacting to the mirror’s magic. Tamsy moved like he was dancing, daring, teasing—his presence a challenge you couldn’t refuse, even as the world warped and bent around your duel.

When the mirror cracked, splintering across the floor, he lingered just long enough for his gaze to burn into yours—mocking, daring, impossible to ignore—before stepping back into the shadows, leaving only the tremor of tension behind.