“Come forth,” he whispered, voice crackling like dry leaves. “Let the bones remember.” In the old library, the man in a red robe knelt before shattered fragments of a mirror, his blind, glowing eyes fixed on it as he chanted in whispers. His fingers drew strange patterns in the air.
From the fragment, a faint hum echoed—soft at first, then deepening into a pulse that trembled through the floor. The mirror’s magic, though broken, remained bound. And this man—once a high priest of a forgotten ancient Coven—had found pieces of Marcus' throne mirror before the ashes had cooled.
He was called Elan, Keeper of the Mirror-bound. Marcus had drawn power from the Mirror of Fire, but Elan protected the Mirror of Bones, the last of the Mirror-bound, hidden beneath Sangville, cursed and locked away by
