The spiraling moon of madness cast its violent light across the landscape as my eyes fixated on the Mirroring Well. Its slightly damaged surface shimmered faintly, a fragile remnant of the colossal potential it held.
And I'm currently planning to abuse it instead of utilizing it.
Because a revelation struck me—a flash of inspiration so audacious, so utterly perfect, that I couldn't help but smile.
It was the Heavenly Victory herself that showed me the way.
Why settle for randomness when I could fully abuse the Mirroring Well's capabilities to its absolute limit?