The figure in the mirror neither moved nor spoke, yet its presence weighed heavier than silence itself. It looked and felt ominous, its figure had the form of a shadow and flame.
Jonan's breath caught, as the being tilted its head, it felt as if it was studying everyone present under its gaze. The key in his hand pulsed more slowly now.
Kedes stepped beside him, his eyes never leaving the mirror. "Just what in the abyss is this being?"
Raerin drew in a breath and slowly let it out. "Being hopeful can sometimes lead to great disappointment, I thought we would reach the first layer by now, but it looks like things are not that simple anymore, a lot has changed since the time of our ancestors."
The being within the mirror extended one hand, not in demand, but in offering. And Jonan felt the ancient voice return, not from the air, but from within his chest.
