Toren exhales slowly, rubbing his temples. "My reflection wouldn't shut up. It kept talking about things I didn't even remember."
Kyra laughs, half-sympathetic. "Let me guess—it insulted your hairstyle?"
Mave glares at her, but Verrin cuts in smoothly. "That makes five of us." He glances at the empty space where the last light should appear. "So Bragg's still inside."
Kyra smirks instantly. "Of course he is."
And right on cue, a heavy pulse fills the air again—louder this time, almost dramatic. The light swirls for a few seconds before Bragg stumbles out, looking utterly exhausted. His armor's scuffed, his hair's a mess, and his face screams frustration.
"Finally!" Bragg groans, straightening up. "That mirror bastard wouldn't stop talking in riddles!"
Kyra bursts out laughing. "Hahaha! Look at that, our mighty leader—last one out of the trial!"
