Haven Prime stood before me, claiming my identity. Claiming my life. Claiming to be more real than I was.
I wanted to fight back. Wanted to prove she was wrong. But I had no voice. No way to argue. No way to defend my own existence.
"She can't answer." Haven Prime looked at Astro. "Can't speak. Can't defend herself. Because deep down, she knows I'm right. Knows she's the broken reflection while I'm the true original."
"You're wrong." Astro's voice was firm. "She's real. She's—"
"She's what?" A new voice. Male. Coming from behind Astro.
He spun around, and I saw it over his shoulder.
Another Astro.
Standing between two glass trees. Looking exactly like him. Same silver hair. Same scarred face. Same six-layered Blood Moon mark pulsing on his wrist.
But his expression was different. Colder. More knowing. Like he'd figured out something the original Astro hadn't.
