Romans & histoires Divinity 2 Magic Mirror

He has been unconscious since. “You said you found something interesting about the mirror,” I ask. “Yes. It’s very old.” “How old?” “Approximately a thousand years old. There are a lot of speculations online about it.” I raise my eyebrow at him. He is not dumb or suspicious. I am surprised that he got excited about this. “Like?” I still ask. “It has dark magic, it can spy on anyone, it can shrink, it can talk. A lot of things,” he explains while I laugh.

I can see something aside from stone walls and high archaic buildings. I strain my neck, but the extremely high fencing surrounding the academy makes it impossible to see anything outside its environs. I glance back at the library's building. It's pretty high too. If I can climb to its peak, will I see beyond these walls? If I could see beyond the fencing, would I find a way home? I glance at the sigil on my arm. "Mirror magic, the power that could reflect anyone's energy." My fingers trail the sharp edges of the star. "Why aren't you glowing again?"

"I know, I know," "I won't fail you, and I won't fail her." I promised. He pulled away, genuine happiness in his expression. "I want to show you something," My father guided me towards the relics at the far end of the chamber, where a large mirror stood out amongst the ancient artifacts. Its frame was adorned with intricate carvings. "This," my father said, gesturing towards the mirror, "is a very special artifact. It's called the Mirror of Revelation." I looked at him, curiosity mingling with hope in my eyes. "What does it do?"

It had not been there yesterday. "This mirror was never here before," Nyra breathed, stepping forward on unsteady feet. Selene’s hand closed around her arm. "It reflects… something else." Ryker chuckled, but it was hollow. "Looks like trouble." Kaelan’s amber eyes narrowed. "It pulses with void magic." At her command, guards formed a cautious circle, yet none dared touch the frame. The mirror’s surface shimmered, and Nyra’s reflection blurred. For a heartbeat, she saw herself, only her eyes burned silver, her lips curled in cruelty.

Thea's power drew upon their emotions, their connection, to fuel her spell. With a final surge of magic, the mirrors began to flash, each reflecting vivid images of Faith's misery. Scenes of captivity, pain, and darkness were mirrored back at Kendrick, a visual testament to the urgency of the situation. Thea's voice, strong and unwavering, cut through the symphony of anguish. "Kendrick, you must wake up! We need you. Faith needs you. Your children need you."

Something like grief reflected in his eyes and my body shuddered, trying to take me away from delirium, however, I was held by that network of thoughts and Miguel said: "There is an artifact called a water mirror in the dungeons of this castle, it was made as a perfect mold of the same that exists where I live. In the world I live in," he clarified, quickly looking away to see if his friends were still oblivious to all the dialogue that only Miguel could hear. “Go to the mirror. Its waters are healing." "I can't move," I replied, and our eyes closed for a second when I returned to my own body abruptly, losing the strength of my own consciousness.

As far as any of them knew, there wasn't another like it. "And my succubus?" The High Priest asked. "I fear she is yours no longer. The tracking spell I used came up empty, so I used the Infernal Mirror to try and find her," Daryl continued, seemingly nonplussed at the High Priest's scrutiny. The Infernal Mirror was one of the greatest objects in their possession; long ago, the Society had managed to summon and trap a Greater Demon inside, one capable of answering any three simple questions asked of it once every lunar cycle. "When I discovered the loss of the Heart, I asked if Lily's pact was still intact. The Mirror informed me that she is no longer pacted to you."

Elena said as she threw her face away. “Okay, Elena” Viva sighed as she went into the room. The thing with seeing the high witch and Dame grace was that it had to be done with the giant mirror. The giant was an antique used mainly by those who performed black magic. Viva had looked for one since the earlier meeting and when she saw one it was with an ugly wizard.

Dangerous places. The Sacred Mirror isn’t just old. It’s ancient. Forged by the first witches, bound by elemental blood, and sealed in a shrine so sacred even speaking its name had become forbidden in some circles. Legends said the mirror could reflect truth no magic could reveal. But legends also said it fed on the mind of the seeker—twisting their thoughts, testing their intentions. “I’ll go with you,” Bianca says, breaking into Lumina’s thoughts. “No,” Lumina answers quietly. “It won’t let you follow. Not unless it calls you.”

"Where did the sound come from? I can't see any broken glass." Everyone looked around, searching for any source of broken glass in the room. Eventually, it didn't take too long before Daciana swerved her head toward a mirror close to a small closet. "Over there." She pointed, gently handing little Alan to Elena as she got up. Everyone watched as she walked to the mirror, her steps slow but steady as she squinted her eyes. The rectangular mirror was shattered, and its glass shards were scattered on the floor. "Mirrors are believed to be windows into the spirit realm." The high priestess remarked sharply, her voice weary. "High magic practitioners are said to be capable of using it to communic