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When Ironclad opened his eyes, he found himself no longer on the grim battlefield but in an endless white space. The tranquility and purity of this space stood in stark contrast to the chaos and darkness of Spire. He struggled to rise from the ground, each movement reminding him of the scars on his body. His muscles still ached, and every wound felt like a reminder of the horror of the life-and-death struggle he had just endured.
As he looked ahead, he was astonished to see countless reflections of himself appearing before him. These figures wore different gear and showcased various techniques, each displaying a unique fighting style. He saw some versions of himself standing firm as a rock, demonstrating unyielding persistence with solid defense and precise counterattacks. Others completely unleashed their demonic powers, burning their own bodies as they unleashed powerful flames at their enemies. There were also those equipped with numerous relics, utilizing strange gear to execute a series of attacks, showcasing extraordinary combat intelligence.
He looked at these different versions of himself, feeling somewhat strange yet also incredibly familiar. He knew that each figure represented different choices and paths within the spire. He could sense the strength and determination within each figure, as well as the pain and struggles they carried.
He widened his eyes, trying to comprehend this unprecedented scene. He didn't know if this was another trial of the spire or a vision within his own mind. However, whatever it was, he knew that each figure was himself, a projection of himself on this endless journey within the spire.
He began to walk toward the figures, feeling their power and emotions with each step. He knew that every choice represented a different future, and each path was filled with the unknown and exploration. He felt endless possibilities, as well as his own insignificance and determination within the Spire.
In this strange white space, Ironclad watched different versions of himself undergoing various trials and challenges in the Tower. Each doppelgänger displayed different fighting styles and choices, but their ultimate fates were mostly tragic and fatal. He did not know if this was some kind of warning from the Spire, but each scene made him feel an immense sense of reality and depth.
He saw his own doppelgänger once again facing the six-fire lost soul, the terrifying stone monster. The green flames on the stone burned fiercely again, and despite the doppelgänger's desperate fight, it was ultimately consumed by the flames and died a tragic death under the monster's attack. He could feel the helplessness and despair of his doppelgänger in the flames, and every painful scream tightened his heart.
Another doppelgänger encountered the guardian, a tall mechanical being created by the ancestors of spire. The guardian was equipped with rotating claws, and its attacks were precise and deadly. The doppelgänger fought hard, but in the end, its lifeline was severed by the claws, and its body fell to the ground lifelessly.
Another clone fell while facing the Slime Boss. It was a massive slime creature that split into two smaller slimes whenever it took a certain amount of damage. The clone seemed powerless against this relentless splitting assault and was ultimately surrounded by countless slimes, disappearing into the gooey mass of monsters. His sword clattered to the ground, producing a cold metallic sound.
In this mysterious white space, Ironclad witnessed countless images of himself disappearing one by one, with only a few managing to reach the higher levels of the Spire. Each vanishing image seemed to remind him that every floor of the Tower was filled with the unknown and danger. He looked at those images, as if seeing his past of constant challenges and attempts, while also glimpsing a future that could be fraught with difficulties and setbacks.
However, as layers of danger and trials unfolded, ultimately only one version of himself successfully broke into the highest area of the Tower. This version's determination and courage resonated strangely with Ironclad, filling his eyes with respect and anticipation. This version had started from the base of the Tower, overcoming countless life-and-death challenges along the way. Each victory made him stronger, while each defeat made him wiser. His sword never left his hand; even when faced with the threat of death, there was never a hint of fear in his eyes.
He fought his way to the third area of the Tower, which was also the highest area. Ironclad watched intently as his doppelgänger engaged in a fierce battle with the Awakener in the third area of the Tower. Each attack from the doppelgänger was filled with resolve and power, clearly indicating that he had gained significant strength and valuable experience during his previous climbs. After a series of precise and lethal strikes, the doppelgänger finally succeeded in defeating the Awakener, sending it crashing to the ground, unable to move for a moment.
However, just as the clone let out a sigh of relief, Awakener's body was suddenly enveloped in a strong halo of light, and soon it stood up again. But this time, it became even larger, with its feathers becoming sharper and harder, and its eyes colder and more dangerous.
Awakener spread its huge wings, stirring up a fierce wind. Its attacks became more cunning and fierce, causing the space to tremble with each strike and flap, as if to tear everything apart. The clone tried to evade while constantly searching for Awakener's weak spot. However, Awakener seemed to have learned the clone's previous attack patterns, and its counterattacks put the clone in an unprecedented predicament.
The doppelgänger was panting, but there was no hint of fear or hesitation in his eyes. Gripping the sword tightly, he decided to challenge Awakener once again, this time using all the power and skill he had acquired. In an instant, he vanished from his original position, only to reappear behind Awakener the next second, the blade of his sword piercing through Awakener's feathers and into its body. Awakener let out a painful scream, but the doppelgänger did not stop, launching a relentless assault, his sword dance wild as thunder.
Every sword move was precise, every strike making Awakener's body more and more vulnerable. Finally, in a clever counterattack, the doppelgänger successfully severed one of Awakener's legs, rendering it unable to maintain balance and causing it to crash heavily to the ground.
The doppelganger closely followed, sword aimed directly at the heart of Awakener. He took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and the blade pierced through Awakener's body, ending the battle. Exhausted but resolute, he stood upon Awakener's body, gripping the hilt of his sword, gazing steadfastly towards the unknown challenges ahead, filled with a stronger sense of conviction and courage in his heart.
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