Chapitre 570: 82.2 Reflection

"It's a fair fight," Flare pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Both of us are incapable of conjuring the flames. This will be fought with skill and tactics alone."

With a breath, I assumed the stance, with Flare doing the exact same in front of me as she spoke. This was honestly surreal. To think that I'll be fighting myself. My persona, in a sense.

"'I am a shadow,' you must be thinking," the phoenix smirked. "This isn't a game, Master. Stop with the references."

I let out a small chuckle, "I didn't even manage to think about that yet. Aren't you the one that's getting lost in my memories?"

"Heh, touche..."