Lens found himself utterly alone in the shadow realm.
Thick, oppressive darkness pressed in from every side, swallowing light and hope alike.
No allies stood beside him in the eerie silence.
"You are foolish if you think dealing with me alone will be an easy feat," Lens said calmly.
He stood tall and confident as ever, his posture unyielding despite the gloom.
Mirrors materialized around him in a shimmering circle.
Each one pulsed with the raw, overwhelming aura of his absolute concept, casting faint, distorted reflections across the void.
"Nope. The fool is you," Greg replied, his voice sharp and mocking as he moved with blinding swiftness.
Blade gripped firmly in his hand, Greg closed the distance in an instant.
He unleashed a precise, deadly strike aimed straight at his opponent.
Lens reacted instantly, forming a solid mirror directly in front of him.
The surface absorbed the blow with a resonant clang.
His absolute concept flared to life at once.
