Valkhara
The Mirror Chamber was silent when I entered.
Not peaceful. Not calm.
The kind of silence that screamed.
No footsteps echoed. No wind stirred.
Only magic pulsed in the walls alive and waiting.
The door sealed behind me with a deep, final thud.
I didn’t flinch.
I wouldn’t give them that.
Glass surrounded me ceiling to floor. Every wall reflected the room, the door, the pedestal in the center.
But not me.
I had no reflection.
And that was the first warning.
The enchanted hourglass waited atop the pedestal. Tall, slender, its sand deep red like powdered blood. The moment I crossed the threshold fully, it flipped itself.
The Trial had begun.
Let your mind speak.
I took a breath.
The air was too still. Too thick.
I didn’t trust it.
Then it started.
The mirrors rippl
