The past chapters have carried us through fire and shadow. Clara stands at the heart of a city torn by hunger, whispers, and rebellion. The scribeâs venom spreads deeper, even within the council, while distant drums warn of an enemy drawing near. Yet Clara holds the lineâher faith in Michael unbroken, even as visions reveal the scribe serves a darker master. And now, the storm marches closer, and Clara herself has become the enemyâs true prizeâŚ
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Would you have let Michael take the mirrorâs place? Or would you have forced fate to choose differently â even if it meant breaking the balance forever?
Chapter 190: The Burden Of Light
The mirrorâs heart pulsed around them like a living organism â slow, rhythmic, alive.Each pulse sent waves of silver light rippling across the horizon, distorting everything in its path.The void seemed endless, but not empty.It whispered.Clara could hear the echoes now â thousands of voices, speaking in unison and yet out of sync, as if every version of herself that had ever lived was calling out from behind the glass.Their words overlapped, indistinct, but one truth pressed through the noise:> âEvery reflection must return.âMichael kept hold of her hand, his knuckles pale from the strain. The air here was weightless, yet suffocating. Every breath felt stolen from the mirrorâs lungs.Jonathan â or the thing wearing his form â stood ahead of them, watching. His expression was unreadable, his once-warm eyes now fractured with shifting silver veins.Clara stepped forward. âYou said one of us must take its place,â she said, her voice trembling. âBut why? What does that even mean?â
Chapter 189: The Mirror Between
The silence that followed the Keeperâs disappearance was unnatural â too complete, too heavy.It pressed against the walls, against their very lungs, as though the air itself refused to move.Clara stood trembling beside Michael, staring at her reflection in the obsidian floor. The silver veins beneath her skin pulsed faintly, in rhythm with something unseen â as if a second heartbeat had awoken inside her.Michael reached out cautiously. âClara, listen to me. We need to leave this placeââBut before he could finish, the mirror hanging above the dais flared to life again.A faint hum rose, deep and resonant, like the toll of a hidden bell. The reflection in the mirror began to ripple â not showing them this time, but a vast, endless expanse of light and shadow twisting together like two halves of a storm.And then, a voice â her voice â came from within it.> âLeaving isnât an option anymore.âClaraâs eyes widened. Her reflection had stepped free from the floor, solidifying into a fig
Chapter 188: The Keeperâs Threshold
The ruins whispered with memory.Every step Clara took stirred a faint sigh from the dust, as though the stones themselves remembered too much. The once-grand hallways of the Orderâs sanctum had collapsed inward, overrun with roots that had forced their way through ancient cracks. Faint veins of light pulsed along the walls â not from torches, but from the broken shards embedded in the stone, flickering with reflections that didnât match the present moment.Sometimes, Clara caught a glimpse of her younger self walking ahead of her. Sometimes, she saw Michael staring at her from behind â though the real Michael walked beside her.âThis place feels wrong,â she murmured.Michaelâs eyes scanned the corridor, his hand brushing against the cracked insignia of the Order carved into a fallen archway. âItâs not wrong,â he said quietly. âItâs remembering. The breachâs energy fused the sanctumâs walls with its own echoes. Every reflection here is a piece of the past trapped in time.âClaraâs gaz
Chapter 187: The Fractured Passage
The darkness lingered long after the light had vanished.Clara opened her eyes to nothing â no sound, no shape, no horizon. Just the echo of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. For a moment, she thought she had gone blind. But then, slowly, faint streaks of light began to ripple across the black, threading themselves into patterns like cracks forming in glass.Each line pulsed softly, golden at first, then bleeding into blue.Clara pushed herself upright, her hands brushing against something smooth and cold beneath her palms. It wasnât a floor â it was as though she sat on the very surface of a frozen reflection. She could see faint versions of herself rippling beneath her, each one moving slightly out of sync.âWhere⌠am I?â she whispered.Her voice scattered through the space, echoing back in a dozen tones â some hers, some not. One sounded almost like Michael. Another, frighteningly, like Jonathan.Then came the hum again â deep, resonant, alive.It rolled through the air like
Chapter 186: The Mirror Descent
The silence after the reflection vanished was deafening.Clara stood frozen, her breath shallow, eyes locked on the mirror as though it might somehow breathe back. The surface shimmered faintly, rippling with a texture that didnât belong to glass. It looked almost liquid now â as though a veil had been drawn over the world she knew.âMichaelâŚâ she whispered, her voice trembling. âIf this is another one of your riddles, pleaseââBut her plea died in her throat. The air around her shifted, growing colder, heavier. The faint glow from the lamps dimmed, flickering as if struggling against an unseen pull. Claraâs pulse quickened. The mirror was no longer just reflecting â it was responding.A low hum began to fill the room, barely audible but deep enough to vibrate through her bones. She stepped back, but her feet refused to obey. It was as if the floor had become part of her â or she part of it. Her reflection blinked back at her now, except⌠it wasnât blinking in time with her.The image
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