Novel & Cerita Through The Looking Glass Ruins

Her heartbeats drumming in her ears. For very long time, she just sat there, consoling herself whilst trying her best to dissipate the flashbacks of that dreadful night, from her eyes. Sniffling, she immediately grabbed the glass of water from the night stand before gulping it down in one go, her now slightly damped eyes looking out of the window in meantime. The sky was dark, hiding all the sins of sinners in it's abyss. When she felt the trauma clearing from her eyes, Hazel looked up at the clock.

She might be blind but I just knew she would be able to sense it. I waved off the thought and returned to dry my hair at the table. The broken mirror was still lying face down. Why did I still have this? I picked it up and was going to dump it in the trash again when a thought crossed my mind in a flash. Quickly, my eyes scanned the words I’d seen days ago but couldn’t make any sense out of them. "Beneath the moon's mournful gaze it lies, where crimson stains mark a shattered dream but amidst the ink-stained tears of the past

Mira rode forward, surveying the route. There was no mention of Dorian's name. The pain of his treachery had been felt by all of us. There was just one more thing to do. We needed answers. We came across ruins along the road. I had no idea what we were looking at at first. The stones were covered in dense vines and were damaged and shattered. It appeared to be nothing more than an abandoned cemetery. But as I moved in closer, I sensed the power. old. old. heavy.

Mike spoke up, his voice low but commanding. Dorian met his gaze, unflinching. “What you’re facing isn’t just some rogue force of nature. The shadow isn’t just a creature—it’s a manifestation of something much older, something tied to the very foundation of this world. The ruins you’ve found are not just a place; they are a key.” I felt a chill crawl down my spine. The ruins were more than just a forgotten temple or ancient site; they were a gateway. “A key to what?” I asked, my words barely above a whisper, knowing the answer might be worse than anything I could imagine.

“Lead the way.” We moved fast, sticking to the high corridors, avoiding the main halls. The observatory was crumbling, it was cracked, the stars bleeding through like silver wounds. Dust coated everything. In the center stood the mirror,tall, black-framed, its surface like still water. I stepped in front of it. “Stay back,” I said. “This might not be safe.” I pressed my palm to the glass. Fire moved through my veins. The mirror cracked. And the.... I saw the crypt.

The ruins were close now, closer than they had ever been. The land began to shift as they walked. The rolling hills flattened into a vast expanse of stone, broken by jagged pillars that jutted toward the sky like the bones of a long-dead beast. The Celestial Ruins loomed in the distance, half-hidden in the fog, an ancient structure bathed in an eerie, silver glow. Rael adjusted his grip on his sword. "So this is it? The place the First King’s writings led us to?" Myrra nodded, her violet eyes scanning the fractured landscape. "It has to be. This place feels… different."

Growing. And I didn’t know how to stop it. --- I reached a broken temple deep in the woods. The walls were made of bones and bird skulls. A strange energy pulsed through the cracks. I entered slowly. Inside, there was a mirror. But it didn’t reflect me. Instead, it showed Rensin. Lying on the ground. Lifeless. Covered in blood. I ran to it. “No!” I shouted. “Please... don’t show me that!” The mirror shimmered. Rensin’s body faded, replaced by a new image.

She was rushing straight at me. Bang! The bottle smashed brutally against my head. The sickening crunch of exploding glass erupted in my ears, followed instantly by the hot, sticky sensation of blood trickling down my temple. “Sylvia!” Maggie’s piercing scream tore through the club. I stumbled backward, my vision swimming, only to see Silvia raising another bottle high above my head, her face twisted in pure madness. “Go to hell!” When the second blow came down, the world went completely black. I collapsed into a growing pool of my own blood, my consciousness fading as nothing but chaotic, distant screams echoed in my ears.

I breath out. “Anything for Darian.” He says. I slowly push myself on my feet, testing my body. I feel no pain or stiffness. No sign that minutes ago, the cuts and bruises I acquired from trying to escape, and from Liam dragging me across the rocky grounds, were there. Darian gestures for me to follow, and I fall into step beside him as we leave. The corridors of Supraveil stretch endlessly. Stone arches curve overhead, carved with ancient symbols that glow faintly like dying stars. The floors beneath our feet are plain black marble, reflecting our movements in distorted ripples.

​The Forest of Mirrors was dying. The ink-black fluid spilling from Sarah’s mirror didn’t just coat the obsidian ground; it ate through the reflection of reality itself, turning the majestic, silvered trees into brittle, charcoal husks. The psychic weight of the collapse was suffocating. Every cracked pane of glass shrieked as it disintegrated, releasing the trapped whispers of a thousand stolen moments. ​Sarah stood amidst the ruins, untouched by the decay. She watched Laura and Dave with a gaze that held the clinical detachment of a mapmaker surveying a doomed border.