The Omega Queen
This was no ordinary mountain ground.
A voice slid into my mind, not a sound, but a thought that wasn’t mine.
“Come closer, Clarissa.”
I swallowed hard. “Who are you?”
The answer shimmered through me, neither male nor female, heavy with an echo that felt like it came from a thousand mouths at once.
“I am Xireth. The Spirit of Mirrors. I hold the faces you’ve hidden from yourself.”
Before I could ask more, my vision shifted. For the first time in days, light poured in. It was not sunlight, not the muted colors of the real world, but silver light that glowed from everywhere at once. I gasped at what I was seeing, the blindness was gone.