"You may come out now." Anthony's voice echoed within the endless depths of the Mirror Dimension.
But nothing stirred. For a brief moment, it seemed as though he was merely speaking to himself, his words dissipating into the emptiness.
But then, a subtle distortion appeared. Space itself trembled, a faint crack splintering open in the reflective dimension, like glass breaking under pressure. Through that fracture stepped a figure with calm, deliberate strides, as though he belonged here just as much as Anthony did.
The man was clothed in a tailored black and grey checkered suit that seemed stitched to perfection. Atop his head rested a black fedora hat, angled ever so slightly, yet worn with such natural authority that it resembled a crown bestowed by the heavens themselves.
