Romans & histoires Through The Looking Glass Ruins

"What if there's nothing to find, and I've dragged all of us out here for nothing?" "Then we'll figure out the next thing," Iris says simply. "That's all either of us can do right now. Take one step, then the next." We reach the ruins by midday, and this time the place feels different in daylight, still eerie, still swallowed by moss and broken stone, but less like something watching us from every shadow. Damon and the guards stay near the entrance as promised, and Iris and I move carefully through the broken halls, following the same path I remember from two nights ago, though everything looks stranger without torchlight and panic driving my steps.

He stared intently at my face; the contempt and disdain in his eyes was long replaced by shock and disbelief. Just then, the doctor walked in holding an autopsy report, his tone tinged with regret. “This is Carol’s autopsy report. “Her chest cavity was pierced by glass shards, directly rupturing her heart. “The wound appeared minor on the surface, but the damage was severe, leading to massive post-injury bleeding. “If she had received timely medical attention, she could have survived. What a pity...” “Heart... pierced...” Mom murmured these words repeatedly, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.

Thunderous applause filled the hall. Grace walked to the center of the hall and looked at me, her eyes shimmering like starlight. After years of being underestimated, the Sutton family had finally risen to the center of Jorvale's elite circle in this life. I inadvertently met her radiant gaze. In my previous life, after I "accidentally" died in a car crash, my soul lingered in the air, tethered by a powerful obsession. That was when I saw the first person who rushed to the scene—Grace.

Jason followed him and glanced back once with an apologetic smile while the cold girl named Alyssa stared at Noah for a bit before taking her leave too. Noah, on the other hand, frowned. He didn't know what the man was talking about. To his knowledge, Ruins were sort of like inheritance grounds where a high level Battlesoul master once lived while they were alive. The things found could be weapons, Elixirs, resources or battle techniques. He didn't think that his three-day absence would cost him some valuable intel.

He never got a point to hold on not until the moment Glory said very boldly and jovially to Daniel; “Return quick our husband, we miss you” Immediately Mr Moss stood up and entered the room. His countenance indicated his annoyance in line with the last words from the young girl.

Clementine Mira: I climb up and over the sand dune. When I reach the top, I hold my hand over my eyes and scan the surrounding area. "Finally," I say. After many miles through the freezing cold desert, I finally see the ruined temple the Headmaster told us about. Nothing more than a white dot at first, I move closer to the temple and start to see pillars and arches. "Wow," I say as I step onto a large, cracked, sand-covered platform. With sandy white pillars guiding me as I walk through the ruins, it doesn't take me long to find the game pieces sitting on little supports. The second I see them, I run up to them.

The other side of the chasm was reflected on the little piece of glass and she saw what she thought was weird for a second. There was nothing on the other side of the chasm. The floor heaved and she clutched the walls and squinted harder, scrutinising the empty space. When she looked directly, The Seeker was right there, a wicked smile on her lips as she took in the ongoing destruction. She looked into the broken glass again, at the empty space where the Seeker should be standing and she confirmed that there was nobody there at all. It was an illusion.

I clenched my fists, my teeth bared, and stepped into the ruins. The ruins glowed faintly beneath the moonlight, the broken symbols etched across the stones burning brighter the closer I came. The air was sharp, almost cutting against my skin, and the sound of the river crashing below shook the ground as if warning me away. My claws flexed at my sides, my chest heavy with the weight of the bond that pulsed faint and uneven, and I kept my eyes fixed on the glow at the center of the ruins where the mirror stone waited. Marcus lingered at the edge of the clearing, his face pale, his voice shaking. “Do not step closer. Once the stone awakens it will not let you leave. You cannot fight what comes

Ana (voice thick): “Eight treasures down, thirty-nine still sleeping. Tonight we wake the ninth.” She leads us past the church, up a frozen path to an ancient hay barn that smells of cedar and centuries. Inside stands the Winterglass Mirror: tall, black ice veined with silver, humming like a hive. It doesn’t show our reflections. It shows futures we’re terrified of. - Me on a throne of frozen blood, crown complete, eyes empty. - Remy kneeling, broken, dagger at his own throat. - Seras burning everything she loves because she couldn’t stop it.

A few moments later, he emerged, his face ashen. "Prepare purification crystals and sealing runes! Now!" Thomas yelled at his assistants. "And get every senior healer here! Immediately!" My heart hammered in my chest—not with fear, but with a dark, thrilling anticipation. "Elder, what happened?" Martha asked, her voice tight with anxiety. Thomas looked at us gravely. "A dark corruption has set into the Alpha's legs. It's spreading to his wolf's bloodline. If we can't contain it…" He didn’t have to finish the sentence. We all knew what it meant.