As Eryndor's group ventured deeper into the labyrinth, the mirrors seemed to stretch on forever, each one reflecting a different version of themselves. They navigated through the maze, their footsteps echoing off the glass walls.
Suddenly, Aria stopped in front of a mirror, her eyes fixed on a reflection that wasn't her own. It was a figure in a dark robe, hood up, and face obscured.
Aria's voice was barely above a whisper. "Who is that?"
Lirien's eyes narrowed. "It's not you, that's for sure."
Thorne peered closer. "Maybe it's a future version of yourself? Or someone you know?"
Aria's reflection began to change, the dark robe giving way to a figure in a familiar dress, standing in a familiar room. Aria's eyes widened as she realized who it was.
"No... it can't be," she whispered, he
