Extra To Protagonist

[Target Eliminated.]

[System Sync Preserved.]

[Trial Segment: Cleared.]

Merlin breathed once.

Not relief.

Just confirmation.

'Next one'll be worse.'

He turned.

Three more fights still happening.

His wasn't the first.

It wouldn't be the last.

—

Merlin didn't move.

He sat where his shadow died, blade still resting against one thigh, breathing steady.

Across the chamber, Flint was locked in.

Not fighting with style. Just force.

Sword to blade. Elbow to ribs.

He wasn't trying to out-think himself.

He was trying to kill it before it could become him.

Merlin watched.

Not just to recover.

To measure.

'He's holding back. Still doesn't trust what he sees in it.'

Mae was further back.

Her shadow didn't move like hers.

It twitched. Mocked.

Dodged slow. Smiled too wide.

Every step it took was hesitation fed back into her body.

She was shaking.

Still fighting.

'Good,' Merlin thought. 'That's the first threshold. Survive the mirror. Then the rest follows.'

Seraphina was bleeding.

Not panic. Not failure.

She had two cuts across her side, one on her thigh, and she hadn't flinched once.

Her shadow bled too.

Because she made it.

Pushed it.

Every time it tried to flank, she pressed closer.

Every time it parried, she bit deeper.

'She's not trying to win. She's trying to prove she never lost.'

Nathan was—

Gone.

Not physically. But different.

His shadow had backed off.

Was walking. Circling.

Still moving, but not attacking.

Nathan wasn't attacking either.

He was just watching it.

Like it was a friend.

Or a threat.

Merlin narrowed his eyes.

'What the hell are you doing?'

The system stayed quiet.

Which meant it didn't know either.

He leaned back slightly.

Didn't interfere.

Didn't help.

This wasn't a group fight.

This was personal.

And the only rule was: beat yourself, or stay here forever.

—

He didn't get up.

Didn't speak.

Just watched.

Across from him, Flint slammed his double into the wall.

Not enough.

The shadow rebounded, drove a shoulder under Flint's ribs, then dragged him two feet across the stone.

No yelling.

Just a grunt.

Flint rolled. Came up swinging.

Merlin squinted. Focused on the footwork.

'Too linear. He's trying to outlast it instead of outthink it. That won't work. Not here.'

Because the shadow didn't get tired.

It didn't bleed out.

It was endurance with intent.

And Flint's style was designed for clean ends.

This wasn't clean.

Mae was on the floor.

Not down. Just low.

The shadow circled, head tilted sideways like a marionette.

She held a shard of broken blade in one hand, no sword left. The real one had been kicked five meters away during the last rush.

Merlin's eyes flicked toward it.

She hadn't even looked at it.

'Still trying to fight like she has something to prove instead of something to lose.'

She stabbed upward, sharp and quick.

The shadow hissed. Backed off.

Not because of the cut.

Because of the choice.

Merlin exhaled through his nose.

Good.

A start.

Seraphina was moving again.

Blade at her back now. Two hands open.

The fight had gone quiet.

Her shadow mirrored her.

Mirrored exactly.

They circled each other like they were both waiting for a command that hadn't arrived.

Merlin narrowed his eyes.

'She figured it out.'

It wasn't a fight anymore.

It was a mirror check.

The one who broke rhythm would die first.

Nathan was—

Still not moving.

His shadow leaned forward now. Said something.

No voice. No system caption.

But Nathan nodded.

Not big. Not dramatic.

Just once.

Merlin stood.

Finally.

Not fast. Just upright.

That was all it took.

The shadow flinched. Not Nathan's.

Flint's.

It missed its next swing.

Flint slammed his elbow into its spine.

It dropped.

He didn't wait.

He crushed its face under one foot and kept going.

[Shadow Defeated.]

Merlin kept his eyes on Nathan.

Still no blade drawn.

Still watching.

His own ghost kept circling him like a predator too patient to be real.

And Nathan was smiling.

A little.

Merlin frowned.

Didn't say a word.

But in his chest?

The pressure shifted.

—

Mae's hand slipped, not dramatically, but enough for the shard to fall from her grip.

It bounced once on the stone, a sharp clink that felt louder than it should have in a room full of breathing ghosts.

Her eyes widened. The shadow lunged.

Merlin didn't step forward. His weight shifted back instead, just slightly. A test. If she folded now, he'd move. But she didn't.

Mae pivoted hard, catching the ground with one elbow, fingers scrambling across the stone.

She grabbed the shard again on instinct, not aim, and twisted. The blade came up fast and messy but it found purchase.

The shadow's chest jerked back. Not from pain. From interruption. Its momentum died in the moment it lost narrative control.

Then it shattered.

Not like glass. Not like magic.

Just stopped existing.

The system blinked, quiet and quick.

[Target Eliminated.]

[Sequence Stable.]

Mae stayed down. One knee to the ground, one hand clutching the blood-slick edge of the blade fragment, her breath steady but ragged.

She didn't look relieved. She didn't even look conscious of winning.

She just looked… still. Like the movement hadn't caught up to her yet.

Merlin didn't help her up. Didn't congratulate her. That wasn't the point of this. The fight was hers, and she ended it. That was the metric.

He turned to Seraphina.

Her fight hadn't moved since he last looked. She and her shadow circled each other in silence, like the rhythm of their steps mattered more than their weapons.

There was no blood. No fresh cuts. No wasted movement. Just precision under pressure, mirrored too cleanly.

Seraphina had always fought like this, measured, intelligent, deadly with intention. Her shadow wasn't the challenge. It was the reminder. The proof of what she already knew.

Then she stepped forward. So did it.

Their hands met at the center, not to strike, but to test resolve.

Merlin watched the balance shift in her stance, the way her hips turned, the way her fingers curled. She wasn't hesitating. She was concluding.

The moment the rhythm aligned perfectly, she broke it, angled her wrist just one degree off the mirror's expectation. The shadow faltered for a blink.

She used the opening.

Two steps in. One arm locked. A blade thrust upward into its ribs, followed by a knee to the gut, and a final twist that carried her entire body through the motion.

The shadow cracked in three places before it vanished completely.

No noise. No drama.

Just silence.

[Target Eliminated.]

[Sequence Stable.]

She exhaled once. That was it. No flex. No smile. Just stood where she ended the fight, letting her heart rate slow.

Merlin didn't say a word.

His attention was already on Nathan.

That fight hadn't started yet.

Still.

Nathan hadn't drawn a blade. His shadow hadn't either. The two of them moved in quiet sync, circling each other like dancers at the end of a song neither wanted to finish.

It wasn't a delay.

It was something else.

Nathan's face didn't hold fear. It didn't even hold focus. Just… awareness. Like he was watching a reflection long enough for it to feel real.

The shadow said something. No sound. No subtitle. Just a whisper behind mirrored lips.

Nathan didn't blink.

But he nodded.

And Merlin felt something in the air tighten.

Not pressure.

Not magic.

Just… wrong.

He took one slow step forward.

Not close enough to interfere. Just to measure.

Nathan raised one hand, not in warning, but in recognition.

Like he'd expected the move.

His eyes met Merlin's for a split second.

There was no message in them.

No panic.

But Merlin didn't relax.

Because that was exactly what worried him.

Nathan turned back toward the shadow.

Still smiling.

And the fight hadn't even properly started.

—

Nathan moved a fraction closer to the shadow.

His steps weren't careful. They were casual. The kind of casual that wasn't real. The kind that came with too much thinking and not enough denial.

Merlin didn't sit again. He stayed standing, arms loosely crossed, eyes narrowed just enough to catch the twitch in Nathan's right wrist, the slow flex of his fingers. Something was building. Not a spell. Not a strike. Something internal.

'He's not trying to win,' Merlin thought, 'he's trying to understand it.'

The shadow watched him with the same look Nathan wore two minutes ago. Neutral. Curious. A little amused.

They could've been siblings. Or enemies on a break. Nothing about them screamed violence yet, and that's what made it worse.

Nathan tilted his head slightly. The shadow mirrored it, but slower. Like it didn't want to give up the lead too early.

Merlin's eyes flicked to the rest of the group.

Flint was quiet now. Still panting from his fight, crouched with one hand braced on his knee, watching Nathan too. No jokes. No posture. Just eyes.

Mae had pulled her knees to her chest. Elbow bleeding. Hands trembling. She didn't look like she wanted to watch, but she couldn't stop.

Seraphina was standing again, arms folded, her expression locked somewhere between confusion and analysis. She wasn't tense. Just hyperfocused.

'Everyone feels it,' Merlin thought. 'But no one knows what it is yet.'

The shadow stepped in first.

No weapon. No speed.

Just a single step into Nathan's space, like a question.

Nathan didn't move back.

Didn't flinch.

He leaned forward, closer than he should've—and whispered something.

Merlin couldn't hear it.

The system didn't react.

The shadow blinked. Its shoulders dropped a fraction. Not tension. Acceptance.

Then Nathan smiled again.

The exact kind of smile you wear when you're bluffing with no cards and praying the other guy folds anyway.

'Nathan,' Merlin thought sharply, 'what the hell did you just say?'

The shadow raised a hand.

Nathan didn't stop it.

They touched, open palm to open palm, and the second they connected, something snapped through the chamber.

Not light. Not sound.

Just presence.

Merlin's pulse kicked once.

The system chimed.

[Synchronization Attempt Detected.]

His eyes widened. Just slightly.

'What?'

The shadow tilted its head again. This time, slower. Softer.

Nathan exhaled.

Then shoved forward, not with his body, but with mana. The flicker of it hit the air like a short-circuiting pulse. Not stable. Not violent. But real.

The shadow absorbed it.

Merlin's breath hitched once, caught between caution and instinct. He half-stepped forward.

Then stopped.

The shadow was glowing.

Only faintly.

But it was there.

And Nathan?

He hadn't fallen. He hadn't flinched.

He was just… watching.

The shadow opened its mouth.

No sound.

But a system message bloomed.

[Shadow Sync Accepted.]

[Mirrored Integration Pending.]

Merlin felt his jaw lock.

'That's not a kill.'

He took a step forward, fast now.

The system chimed again.

[Observer Intervention Blocked.]

[Unique Sync Pathway Initiated.]

[Subject: Nathaniel Varen.]

Nathan's hand was still pressed to the shadow's.

Merlin's voice was low, sharp. "Nathan."

No response.

The shadow closed its eyes.

So did Nathan.

Then—

[Target Eliminated.]

[Trial Segment: Cleared.]

[Integration Logged.]

The shadow shattered.

Not violently. Not like the others.

Like it dissolved into him.

Nathan stumbled backward half a step. Blinked once. Then looked at his hands like they didn't belong to him.

Merlin was already halfway to him by the time he looked up.

Nathan just smiled again.

Tired.

Real.

"It said it wasn't my enemy."

Merlin didn't speak.

Didn't nod.

Just stood there, gaze locked, trying to process something that didn't fit.

'He didn't beat it. He merged with it.'