"Vect! Don't!" Yvraine cried out.
Yet, at the very instant Vect's soul was about to merge with his reflection...
His soul, burning with dagger-like flames, suddenly erupted with unparalleled, pure malice and cunning.
"But!" His voice suddenly turned cold and mocking. "I am Asdrubael Vect, Overlord of Commorragh! If I want a throne, I will seize it myself! If I want betrayal, I will commit it myself!"
"As for you? A counterfeit dreamed up by that damned sissy, good for nothing but wagging your tail and begging?"
"You think you're worthy?!"
Shhk!
Vect's soul-fire became a razor-sharp poisoned dagger and viciously pierced his own reflection. The reflection let out a scream of disbelief and shattered with a bang.
With his absolute, unadulterated sense of "self," Vect overcame the trap of desire Slaanesh had prepared for him.
His act was like a sharp blow to the head, jolting countless struggling souls awake.
"That's right! I'll win the glory I want with my own sword!" Biel-Tan's Valkyrie roared, cutting her reflection to pieces.
"I'll discover the wisdom I want through my own efforts!" Ulthwé's Prophet bellowed, dispersing his phantom.
Inspired by Vect, that most unlikely of "role models," the warriors of the Ember Legion overcame their inner demons one after another.
The mist of the Ring of Lust, woven from countless desires, began to dissipate.
"Keep up, you spineless wretches!" Vect was the first to charge out, his voice brimming with contempt and impatience. "If you can't even control yourselves, what right do you have to talk about revenge?!"
The legion followed close behind.
Liu Zhipeng watched that burning "dagger" charging at the very front. For the first time, within his will composed of millions of souls, he felt a trace of genuine... admiration for that scheming old bastard.
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