Novel & Cerita Baca Manhwa Cerminan Jiwa

It was the night that was roughly overwhelmed by huge waves and whistles of the biting wind that mercilessly sent chills to one's body if ever they collided. Cold and dark — and yet, right there in a ridiculously gigantic, luxurious house with thousands and thousands of tiny pulsating blinding lights, is a girl who was quietly standing in front of a big mirror that was beautifully framed by a pattern of small, black flowers. With eyes dark and empty from emotions, Jiyeon followed her reflection on the mirror while she had mysteriously tilted her head to the left, a smirk curling around her small, diamond-shaped lips.

I didn’t hesitate. The chamber below was suffocating—lit only by veins of glowing quartz embedded in the walls. At the center stood the mirror. It was not constructed as a normal glass. It was ten feet high and its very edges were of obsidian teeth, and glimmered it did with a silver so deep it seemed to fall. The Mirror of Mercy. I approached it slowly. “What do I give?” “Blood,” Killian whispered behind me, his voice distant. I drew my knife, and cut my hand. When the blood spilt on the bottom of the mirror it became absorbed by the obsidian, just as water settles in the sandy desert.

"We'll talk about this later, Boom. Now I need you to take us to the top of the top arch with the two of them; we'll get out of here. Boom nodded; Hana sat in front, the servant on the left named Aoip, and the servant on the right called Foip. They sat some distance behind Hana. Boom flew straight in the direction of the stairs to go up to the tallest spire, where there was a mirror. The higher they get, the narrower the surrounding space; fortunately, the white jelly stone makes it easy for them to locate everything. Boom brings Hana, Aoip, and Foip to the front of the white mirror, then it insists on standing next to Hana, refusing to leave. Aoip and Foip perform a particular ritual; Hana