Blake lay on his bed, his body still sore from the relentless battles he had faced. As he closed his eyes, seeking solace in the depths of meditation, a darkness began to seep into his consciousness. In the realm of his mind, a series of unsettling visions unfolded, twisting the reality he knew into something far more sinister.

In the depths of his dark reverie, Blake found himself engaged in familiar fights, but with a disturbing twist. The once noble and just warrior he had strived to be seemed replaced by a merciless embodiment of cruelty. His strikes were no longer driven by a desire to protect or bring justice, but by a sadistic pleasure in inflicting pain.

He watched, a horrified spectator within his own mind, as his opponents writhed in agony, their pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. Blake reveled in their suffering, relishing each moment of torment he inflicted. Their lives held no value, their pain becoming his fuel.

The visions continued, each fight more brutal and merciless than the last. His opponents, once foes to be vanquished, now became objects to be broken and discarded. Their lives were inconsequential, their pain merely an avenue for Blake's dark desires.

With a gasp, Blake's eyes snapped open, his body drenched in a cold sweat. The remnants of his dark visions clung to his thoughts, leaving him unsettled and questioning his own nature. What had happened to him? How had his mind been tainted by such malevolence?

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Fear gripped his heart as he stared into the void of his room, searching for answers that seemed to elude him. The teachings of Ryu, the guidance of Elektra—all seemed overshadowed by this twisted reflection of himself. This dark version of Blake, consumed by a thirst for violence, threatened to corrupt all he had fought for.

Trembling, Blake rose from his bed, his steps unsteady. He moved to the small mirror on his wall, staring at his own reflection with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. What would he find staring back at him? A monster? A corrupted soul?

As he looked into his own eyes, the eyes that once held determination and compassion, he saw a flicker of darkness. It lingered there, a stain on his spirit, a glimpse of the cruel warrior he had witnessed in his visions. It was a stark reminder that within him lay the capacity for both light and shadow.

Fear and uncertainty coursed through Blake's veins, but he refused to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume him. With renewed determination, he vowed to confront his inner demons, to seek out the truth of his visions and the source of this malevolent influence.

The path ahead was treacherous, but Blake knew that he couldn't face it alone. He would seek the guidance of Elektra, share his fears and the haunting visions that plagued him. Together, they would uncover the source of his corruption and find a way to cleanse his soul.

As he left the mirror behind, Blake's gaze hardened with resolve. The dark visions had served as a warning, a call to confront the shadows that lurked within him. He would not be defined by this tainted reflection. He would fight to reclaim his true self and restore balance to the warrior he aspired to be.