Chapter 86: Perfect Ambush (2)

The mirrored loose camp was silent. Too silent.

A stillness clung to the air, thick and unbroken, like the breath of something unseen holding its patience in the dark. The ground, a warped reflection of the world above, faintly shimmered with an eerie light, its surface cracked and frozen beneath the cold glow of the distant, fractured moon.

Celia stood at the edge of the makeshift camp fire's reach, her posture rigid, controlled. She didn't move, didn't blink. The only sign of awareness was the slow, calm exhale that left her lips.

Her deep blue irises flickered, reflecting the distorted embers.

There.

She saw them.

Even if no normal eye could perceive them, she did. Eagle Gaze peeled back the veil, cutting through the haze, the distance, the unseen. Two figures, standing just beyond the fire's shifting glow, bodies wrapped in the warping mirage of the mirrored world.