The students trudged through the mirrored terrain in tense silence. The fragile alliance between Sanctum of Mirrors and Obsidian Crescent hung by a thread, with every glance exchanged between the groups filled with suspicion.
The mirrored world seemed to grow darker with every step, the air heavy with an oppressive energy. The once-reflective surfaces now appeared cracked and dull, as if the realm itself was deteriorating under the strain of their presence.
“We need to figure out how to fix this before it gets worse,” Anna said, her voice cutting through the quiet.
Damon sneered. “Maybe if your school wasn’t so weak, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
Logan bristled, but Mia placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head. “Don’t. He’s not worth it.”
Ryan, walking beside them, muttered, “I’d like to see how Damon handles this place alone. Bet he’d last five minutes.”
Despite the tension, they pressed on, each group unwilling to let the other out of sight.
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