Chapter 46 The Mirror And The Mask

• The cavern reeked of iron and ash. Black fire crawled across the floor like serpents, feeding the obsidian mirror that pulsed as though it were alive. Devin stood before it, one hand pressed against its cold surface, his breath fogging faintly as whispers rose from within.
• The Soul Witch knelt nearby, trembling with effort. “My king… the mirror stirs faster than it should. It was never meant to awaken so soon.”
• Devin’s lip curled. “Then control it.”