Kamille sealed the real him and the memories of this night deep within his subconscious. Slowly, cracks appeared in the memory until Kamille found himself standing alone in a somewhat familiar place.
Blood red dominated his vision, and as he looked at his feet, there was blood everywhere. Lifting his head, his eyes met a familiar face.
It was himself.
Beside himself, someone suddenly appeared sitting on a throne made entirely of black fire. He was staring down at Kamille, smirking.
Two Kamilles stared at each other for a few moments before the Kamille sitting on the throne shattered the silence with a taunting remark.
"Since you're here... You're finally tired of being weak, huh?" If Rise were here, he would quickly think of Kamille's extreme side.
And it was right.
Kamille did not immediately answer and stared at himself. Although the same person, their personalities are somehow different.
