The first step into Floor 304 was like walking into a hallucination.
The air shimmered—not hot, not cold, but unstable. Every breath was sharp, like inhaling fragments of glass and memory.
The world they entered was a sprawling, ruined city of mirrored buildings. Not glass—actual mirrors, tall and impossibly pristine despite the decay. Each reflected something wrong.
Leon stared at one.
He saw himself.
But not as he was now.
He was bleeding. Younger. On his knees. Holding someone in his arms—
He blinked. Gone.
Roman drew his weapon immediately. "Eyes up. Illusions are crafted from weakness and regret. They'll try to manipulate."
A pulse rang through the streets.
[Warning: You have entered a Resonant Zone.]
[Fracture Type: Mindcore Reflection – Tier VII minimum recommended.]
[Warning: Unknown Sovereign Thread detected. Matching—Rhythm Variant. Adjusting zone parameters… accepted.]
Liliana looked at Leon. "It just adapted to you."
