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The Mirror of Regret
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2025-08-30 22:00:00Dion's POV
The door slammed shut behind him. Not with force. Not even sound. But finality. Like a grave being sealed. Dion stood at the center of a round chamber. Stone walls rose around him, curved like the inside of a tower, but there were no visible torches—only a cold, silvery glow emanating from the floor itself. The silence was suffocating. No monsters. No fire. No illusions yet. Just… a mirror. It stood at the far end of the room. Ornate and tall, nearly reaching the domed ceiling. Framed in blackened silver, etched with a language he instinctively recognized as ancient Nyxian—the tongue of the underworld. He took a slow step forward. And the mirror responded. Not with light, nor motion. But with memory. The surface shimmered, then solidified again—and staring back at him was not his current self, hardened and gr
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