The shattering of the mirrors did not bring silence; it brought a deafening, harmonic resonance that vibrated through the very marrow of Cattleya”s bones. Each shard of glass, suspended in the air by the force of the energy she had unleashed, began to rotate, spinning like a miniature, razor-edged turbine.
Vasili recoiled, his tattered cloak dissolving into ribbons of shadow as the shards sliced through his unnatural form. He did not bleed; he wept smoke, his face distorting into a mask of pure, unadulterated agony as the mirrors”the very medium of his influence”turned against him.
"You are breaking the covenant!" Vasili shrieked, his voice fracturing into a discordant chorus. "You are an instrument of order, not a wrecking ball of entropy!"
Cattleya did not respond. She felt the mirror
