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He had to get out of town quick, or else he'll be spotted on time. I scuttled towards the corner of the room, into the deep shadows where the silver light of the runes could not penetrate. The obsidian mirror on the wall mirrored a frail, broken, defeated girl, a giant eye that never blinked. I hated her. I didn't like this reflection. I hissed at the mirror, "I am not a vessel!“Not a vessel,” I hissed at the mirror. “I am the One Who is Above All.”

My reflection nearly stops my heart. The silver hair frames my face like liquid moonlight. The beads glimmer delicately. My eyeballs are silver, glowing faintly like emeralds beneath water and resting above my head is a crown. A structure of crystalline diamonds arranged in delicate arcs, floating just slightly above my hairline. The crown sparkles softly, refracting light across the mirror. I lift my hand slowly toward it. The moment my fingers brush the air near it, the crown vanishes. I blink.

The mirrors were tall, blackened obsidian—smooth as still water, humming with old power. Each twin was placed before one. Elira before the Moon Mirror. Theron before the Fire Mirror. The room fell silent. --- Elira’s mirror shimmered. She saw herself—older, taller, crowned in light. Wings of lunar silk spread wide. She danced through forests blooming in her wake. Children laughed in her presence. She sang peace into being. The mirror whispered: “You are the healer. The guide. The promise of what must be.” Elira smiled—and touched the glass.

Novel: Soul Shard Captor [BL Version] Series: World & Soul Bureau Series Author: Lucy Pan Dora Started serializing on: 27th of June, 2020 On Goodnovel since: 6th of October, 2020 === LINKS === Support the author: ko-fi.com/lucypandora Author website: lucypandora.com Discord: lucypandora.com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

Lucien flickers in and out of torchlight, a blade in each hand, ghosting through mirrors before they fully form. Seren burns. But even her flame hesitates. Because mirrors do not fear fire. They feed on it. “Fall back!” she calls. “They drink identity, don’t speak your names! Don’t remember too loudly!” Too late. A young hybrid screams for his sister. The mirror echoes him, perfectly. And then eviscerates him with a smile. By the third hour, the ground is a slick mosaic of blood and glass dust. The mirrors crack under force, but never stop smiling. They do not speak.

The shadows shied away, hissing like burning steam and then came the silence. Serena stood. Mirage shimmered in the centre of the stone circle. A mirror formed. But it didn’t show her. It depicted twelve wolves, standing high on a ridge of black rock, howling into the wind. One of them is standing in the middle — silver-eyed, fire beneath her pelt. Serakha. The mirror cracked. A line down the center. And up came Serena’s reflection. Changed. Eyes like moonlight and hair dusted with silver at the tips. The forest’s voice came back — low, ancient, gentle.

They entered a round room, where the air shimmered faintly with a quiet energy and faint symbols glowed on the walls. At the center stood an ancient, fancy mirror, its surface rippling like water, the mirror did not show their reflections, but flickers glimpses of memory,moonlight battles, hands clasped in oath, blood running over carved stone. Shadows moved on the other side of the glass, he glanced at her: “It’s the Heart of the Den. “It’s ancient.” Then a whisper came, clear as day. “Serelai…” It was her name. The mirror’s surface bulged and Liora reflexively clutched the journal tighter as the marks on her wrist began to burn.

The mirrors exploded outward in a blinding surge of silver light. Every reflection shattered, releasing streams of light that whirled around her like ribbons, weaving into her skin. Her wounds sealed. Her eyes blazed gold. The shadow screamed, staggering backward as her own form began to fracture. “Stop! You can’t, you’ll destroy your mind!” Sera’s voice rose, fierce and unyielding. “Then I’ll rebuild it stronger!” She lunged forward, seizing Dominion by the throat. The contact burned both of them, light clashing with darkness, sparks igniting the sky of her own soul.

Her six senses were taken aback. Jungkun was standing in the corner and was staring at her. He was playing with her mind and her emotions. He smirked and used his powers. Suddenly, a girl appeared in the mirror that exactly resembled her. It was her own reflection in the mirror, although with a different aura.