The Mirror of the Void
The deeper Selene and Kaen went, the quieter the world became.
Even the mist seemed to hold its breath. The silver reflection beneath their feet turned black, swallowing all light.
Selene felt it before she saw it—the faint pull in her chest, like a thread winding tighter and tighter. The mark on her wrist glowed faintly, silver pulsing against shadow.
Kaen halted beside her, hackles raised. His low growl trembled through the stillness.
“I know,” she whispered. “It’s close.”
They stepped through the last veil of fog and found themselves standing before a mirror—enormous, ancient, its frame forged from living obsidian.
It hovered above the ground, its surface rippling like dark water.
Selene’s reflection stared back. But when she tilted her head, the image did
