Chapter 45: Dimension of Origin

Mirrors.

Everything Mialtros saw was a mirror.

They extended around them in a never ending spiral. Different shapes. Varying styles. All encased in thick golden rims.

Some reflected her as she walked along the floor. Others showed various scenes around Daldaria. More still showed people.

It was pretty to look at, but something was terribly wrong.

The images were duplicating and attacking each other. The sky roiled with darkened clouds, spitting out broken mirrors. The floor mirror was…there was no words to describe the scenes being plastered across the shining surface.

Floating above it on wings, Mialtros turned her head slowly; looking above so she didn’t have to look at…everything below. It was also possible that Kalzek would be flying around to surprise them. He seemed the type.

“What’s wrong with this place? Did Kalzek do this?”

Mewl walked along her shoulders. His fur was glowing.