The "Qin Chuan" made of memories was unmoved by Dawn's fury.
His face still wore that chilling look of indifference.
"Anger is the cry of the powerless."
"Dawn, what can your power leave behind besides destruction?"
"You severed cause and effect, yet you can't even see your own path. You think you're protecting someone, but all you're doing is squandering power that was never yours."
Every word struck like a poisoned shard of ice, piercing the confusion buried deepest in Dawn's heart.
He had gained the power of a god, but he had never considered what that power meant.
Protecting his sister was instinct.
But what lay beyond instinct?
"Shut up!"
Dawn lunged. The Mekong Jaw Blade carved a black arc through the air, straight for the impostor's neck.
Where the blade passed, it tore a vacuum through the gray air of the Mirror World.
Yet it passed straight through "Qin Chuan's" body.
There was no sensation of contact.
The impostor did not so much as sway. He simply kept "watching" Dawn with those hollow eyes.
"See? This is your limit."
"All you can do is vent your helplessness on a phantom."
Dawn's strike missed, stoking his anger further.
He could feel his sister's presence weakening behind him.
Ominous ripples began to warp the silver sky of the Mirror World.
At this rate, Mirror would collapse from mental exhaustion before the enemy even made another move.
"Brother..."
Mirror's weak voice sounded in his mind.
"Don't let him get to you... He's feeding on your emotions... Your anger is becoming his nourishment..."
Dawn froze mid-motion.
He turned and saw faint, illusory motes of light at the corner of Mirror's mouth. Her body was already half-transparent.
Yet she was still doing everything she could to keep this world stable.
Dawn took a