Hyakuhei lowered his dark gaze to the glassy surface of the mirror, watching as the heart of time shrine and the clearing around it shimmered into sight. Frowning, Hyakuhei peered closely at the lustrous grass surrounding the maiden statue. A sickly purple-black aura shimmered faintly across the clearing within the garden.
‘So the spell is still active,’ Hyakuhei thought. His ebony hair spilled over his shoulders like liquid silk, making his pale perfection seem ominous. The mirror of souls knew his heart’s desire and a close-up of the maiden statue shimmered within the image as if haunting him.
“That’s enough, Yuuhi,” he snapped, spinning away from the small boy. Hyakuhei stood staring down at the softly glowing guardian heart crystal, resting on a silken pillow. With a growl, he snatch
