The shimmering calm of the Heart of Reflections didn’t last long. As Anna and the group regrouped, an eerie vibration coursed through the chamber, reverberating off the mirrored walls. The air grew cold, and the light from the central mirror dimmed, its glow turning into a murky, unsettling hue.
“What now?” Ryan groaned, still leaning on Mia for support.
Logan tensed, drawing his dagger once again. “Something’s coming. Get ready.”
Before anyone could respond, the mirrors lining the walls began to ripple like disturbed water. From within their depths emerged monstrous shapes—twisted figures with glowing eyes, their forms both solid and fluid, as if they were part shadow and part mirror.
Anna froze, her pulse quickening. There were at least six of them, their hulking forms towering over the group. Each step they took sent vibrations through the floor, their guttural growls filling the chamber with menace.
“What... what are those?” Mia whispered, her voice barely audible.
Logan he
