Behind Elan, the ancient mirror shone with a strange light—bone-white, alive with whispers.
Liam stepped forward, his claws extended, silver gleaming under the strange flickering glow of the chamber. “We came to end this,” he growled.
Elan’s eyes glowed. “And so you shall—but not how you think.”
The Mirror of Bone began to hum louder. Runes along its edge ignited in sharp red. The ground trembled. Suddenly, the mirror cracked open down the middle—not breaking, but parting, like a mouth.
And from its depths, she emerged.
The Mirror Queen.
Her presence filled the room, thick and heavy. Cloaked in darkness, tall as the chamber ceiling, she hovered above the floor. Her face was a blur of reflections—dozens of faces shifting over one another like memories stitched into skin. Her mouth wa
