They walked until the flowers stopped.
Not because the field ended.
Because the flowers chose to stop.
They parted.
Left a perfect circle of bare earth.
In the centre stood a mirror.
One mirror.
No frame.
No wall.
Just glass.
Tall enough for all five to see themselves at once.
It was the only mirror left in the world.
And it was waiting.
The Five stopped at the edge of the circle.
No one spoke.
They didn't need to.
They already knew what this was.
The final test.
The last reflection.
Laura stepped forward first.
She looked into the mirror.
Saw herself whole.
Both arms.
No duplicate.
Eyes that had never bled silver for years now clear and brown.
She looked happy.
She looked like someone who had never learned how to turn time into a weapon.
She smiled at real Laura.
It was a kind smile.
It hurt more than any wound.
Liora stepped beside her.
Saw herself with both eyes.
No resonance scar.
No silver tears.
Just a girl who had never been forced to share her soul with someone else.
She reached toward the glass.
Her fingers stopped an inch away.
Nysera's turn.
In the mirror she was completely human.
No wolf.
No claws.
No full-moon nights spent fighting to stay herself.
She looked peaceful.
She looked small.
Zero saw himself without the void.
Chains gone.
Hands clean.
Smiling like someone who had never opened a door he couldn't close.
He laughed once.
It sounded like relief.
Law was last.
He looked into the mirror.
And saw nothing.
The glass was empty.
Only his outline.
Like the mirror had already forgotten how to reflect him.
The perfect Five in the mirror spoke at once.
With one voice.
The Mirror's voice.
The voice that had watched for ten thousand years.
It was soft.
It was tired.
It was proud.
"You did it," it said.
"You made me look away."
The perfect Laura reached out.
"You can rest now."
The perfect Liora smiled.
"No more pain."
The perfect Nysera opened her arms.
"No more wolf."
The perfect Zero held out a hand that wasn't shaking.
"No more void."
The mirror rippled.
The perfect Five stepped out.
Real.
Warm.
Alive.
They stood in front of the real Five.
And waited.
All they had to do was take one step forward.
One step.
And everything would be fixed.
No more scars.
No more blood.
No more crowns.
Just peace.
Forever.
Laura's hand twitched toward perfect Laura's.
Liora's fingers brushed perfect Liora's.
Nysera's wolf whined and took one step.
Zero's clean hand reached for his perfect self.
Law stood still.
The perfect Law in the mirror finally appeared.
He was wearing the crown.
But he was smiling.
He looked rested.
He looked like someone who had never had to choose.
He spoke with Law's voice.
Younger.
Gentler.
"You kept your promise," he said.
"Now let me keep mine."
He held out the crown.
It wasn't made of bone anymore.
It was made of white flowers.
Warm.
Alive.
"Take it," perfect Law said.
"And I'll carry the weight for both of us."
Real Law looked at the crown.
Then at the perfect Five.
Then at the real Four.
They were crying.
But their hands were already reaching.
Because peace is heavy.
And they were so, so tired.
Law looked at the mirror one last time.
And saw the truth.
The mirror wasn't offering peace.
It was offering erasure.
The perfect Five weren't real.
They were the Mirror's final apology.
A way to say sorry by deleting everything that hurt.
By deleting them.
Law smiled.
It was the same smile he'd worn when he cut his own hand.
When he closed the door.
When he refused the house.
He took one step forward.
The perfect Five smiled.
Hopeful.
Then Law did the only thing left to do.
He turned his back on the mirror.
Walked to the real Four.
Took their hands.
And spoke the final forbidden word.
Not his name.
Not a command.
Just a refusal.
"No."
The mirror screamed.
Not in anger.
In grief.
The perfect Five shattered into white flowers.
The crown dissolved.
The mirror cracked from top to bottom.
Not from violence.
From love.
From being loved enough to be let go.
The crack raced across the glass.
And the Mirror's voice came one last time.
Soft.
Grateful.
Final.
"Thank you," it whispered.
"For teaching me how to be forgotten."
The mirror fell apart.
Into white flowers.
Into light.
Into nothing.
The circle of bare earth bloomed.
The path ended.
There was only field.
Only sky.
Only five people holding hands.
Laura laughed first.
It turned into sobbing.
Liora joined her.
Nysera's wolf howled once, long and free.
Zero dropped to his knees and pressed his forehead to the ground.
Law looked at the sky.
It was blue.
It was empty.
It was theirs.
He squeezed their hands.
"Let's go home," he said.
They walked.
Five shadows.
One sky.
No reflections.
The white flowers sang as they passed.
A lullaby with no words.
A lullaby that finally,
finally,
had an ending.