Ascend or Be Consumed
I pressed my foot lightly on the flat of the blade and whispered, “Take me up.”
The sword rose, carrying me higher through the thick air, smooth and steady beneath my boots.
The black rocks gleamed as I passed them.
I noticed the miasma had started whispering around me again, but I didn't panic. I stared ahead at the mirror with fu
When I reached the mirror, I grabbed it with all my strength and swerved back to the surface.
I stepped off Darkill and crouched beside it. Up close, the mirror was even more haunting. The glass was fractured in dozens of places, each shard reflecting a different flicker of light, like pieces of stolen stars.
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