The realm shuddered violently.
Not a gentle tremor but a violent shake, as if it were experiencing something fundamentally incompatible.
As Reinhard kept walking, cracks split across the mirror ground beneath his feet with a sound like bones breaking. The fractures spread in lightning patterns, racing toward the horizon faster than the eye could track.
The floating shards vibrated, and each shard emitted a distinct sound based on its size and orientation, creating a terrifying sound. The notes clashed deliberately before they began to swirl around Reinhard with more appearing.
Reinhard stopped before looking around the shards surrounding him. They moved faster with each rotation, creating a continuous stream of images showing every failure, every evil action, every selfish choice, and every time a person cursed him.
He closed his eyes.
