Chamber of The Forgotten Kings

I stood there for a moment, catching my breath. The Mirror Fiend had been an intense battle, more than I'd expected from an illusion-based enemy. But the dungeon was far from finished with us. The air in the Hall of Mirrors still felt charged, as if the defeat of the fiend had only stirred the deeper magic within.

Aria's soft footsteps caught my attention as she emerged from the shadows, her expression a mixture of curiosity and amusement. She'd watched the fight but hadn't intervened.

"You always did have a flair for the dramatic," she said with a wry smile. "Fighting your own reflection—that must've been an eye-opener."

I raised an eyebrow, wiping the sweat from my brow. "You're one to talk. I didn't see you rushing in to help."

She shrugged, her dagger spinning in her hand. "Seemed like you had it under control. Besides, that wasn't my fight. The dungeon's testing you, not me."