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The door opened and revealed a big circular area with a mirror as its floor. A large crystal was at the center of the room, it was transparent but it refracted the light that passed through it. "The formation will scan your sea of consciousness, don't oppose it or the test won't be accurate. Now sit and stare at your reflections on the floor, I will activate the inscriptions." Megan moved toward the crystal and took out a shining gem. 'That should be worth one hundred Credits.' Lucinda judged before she sat and stared at her reflection. Her skin was smooth and slightly pale, her eyebrows were thin and her eyes were bright.

Marcus watched from the yard’s edge while Morgana and I worked through what she called active reflection — not just refusing a curse at the immunity level but taking the structure of it, finding its architecture, and returning it along its own path. “The immunity is passive,” Morgana explained. “It encounters dark magic and dissolves it. Reflection is active — you have to engage with the curse’s construction while it’s hitting you, understand it fast enough to redirect it.” She looked at me. “It’s harder. It’s also significantly more useful against a coordinated attack.” “Because reflected curses—” “Hit the caster,” she said. “Yes.” The practice targets were stone columns Marcus had arranged

"Nox atra, nunc cede! Umbrae profundae, evanescite! Stellae micantes, valete! Luna silens, recede festina! Audite vocem meam, spiriti lucis aeternae! Aurora splendida, surge! Dies nova, propera! Ignis solaris, disperge tenebras! Calor vitalis, excita mundum sopitum! Occidente tenebrae, Oriente lux oritur! Ex profundo silentio, ad claritatem diei! Sol invictus, rex caeli, appare nunc!" Sunlight broke through the cracks in the walls and open window, Sting Mirabel's skin. She loosened her grip on Akira and hid beneath the shadows. “Not so chatty now are you?” Akira asked. She grabbed a nearby stool that lay scattered just like the rest of the room and smashed it into the window, letting in more

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

She was dressed in the simple clothes she remembered from before transmigration. For a moment, she thought she had returned home. Then she saw the mirror. It stood several meters away. Elara approached it slowly. Her reflection stared back. But it wasn't copying her. The reflection smiled. Elara stopped. "Who are you?" The reflection raised one hand. Elara didn't. "Who do you think I am?" Elara stepped backward. The reflection stepped forward. "You've spent so long asking who created you." The mirror cracked. "You never asked who wanted you to exist."

“Go and bring that Mirror I had put an incantation on your house when I left Kylie over there. Now go and don’t waste time. The incantation is already weak, '' she said angrily. Beca came ahead and grabbed his strong arms in her soft hands and looked inside his eyes. She smiled and they both disappeared. After a few seconds they were inside the house. “Is that the Mirror?” she asked while he nodded. They heard a thud outside; she turned to the window and looked down. It was a blond girl. “Do you know her?” she asked. Andy looked down, “its Emilia, this bitch works with him, hurry we have to do something” he said. “I can’t teleport a mirror and a human together. It will take a lot of energy,”

"Elena needs her mother. I am exactly where I need to be." The place kept changing. One moment we were walking through what looked like a forest and the next we were in a corridor made of mirrors. The reflections showed versions of ourselves that were slightly off. Wrong. In one mirror I saw myself without the pregnancy. In another, Dylan's eyes were black instead of their normal color. "Do not look at the reflections," Seraphine warned from behind us. "They will try to trap your mind. Focus only on what is directly in front of you."

“What is it?” I stepped forward, hesitant but determined. “I know it might sound ridiculous, but… I saw someone. A man. In my mirror this morning. Grey hair, stormy eyes, but not old. He wasn’t just a reflection either—he was there. Staring at me. And then he just disappeared.” Aurora’s expression didn’t change much, but I saw it—just a flicker, a shift in her eyes. She wasn’t surprised. “Mirrors,” she said slowly, “aren’t always what they seem. Especially not to someone… awakening.”

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

Matilda was on the floor with her hand still on her chest, she looked at the door and then back at files. Her body began to tremble as she wept, she knelt down and was gathering the papers together. The tears made her vision blurry. She fell back to the floor and held her face in her hands, the tears were coming out uncontrollably. ******************* Tiana winced as she moved, her body was sore and her limbs were heavy. She placed her hands on her face, as the light from the window fell on her face. She winced as she tried to move again, her hands hit the edge of the bed and her senses came back at once. She knew she was not in her bed.