Dominic's pulse throbbed in his ears as he pushed forward through the abyss, the walls of the mirror realm now cracking around him like splintered ice. Every step was a defiance of gravity, of truth, of fate. The vision of the Mirror had shaken him, but it hadn't broken him. Not yet.
He wasn't just reborn. He was resisting a destiny that had been whispered across epochs.
The fractured light around him shimmered and twisted, forming corridors of memory and void. His trident was gone—shattered in the last confrontation—and yet he carried something heavier now. A weight inside his chest, not entirely his own. A truth unspoken, unnamed.
Lyrielle's voice had echoed faintly before. He hadn't imagined it. Her song didn't come from within the mirror.
It came beyond it.
