The shards of the world fell around them like glass, each fragment reflecting moments of their lives—distorted and broken. Marcus felt weightless, the ground no longer beneath his feet. The void stretched endlessly, and Emily's scream still echoed in his ears.
The reflection hovered across from him, untouched by the chaos. "This is what your choice has wrought," it said, voice cold and emotionless.
Marcus clenched his fists. "Where is Emily?"
"She's where your fear placed her—on the edge of existence, waiting for your courage to save her. But you've never been brave, Marcus. Only desperate."
The shards twisted, forming a staircase into the unknown. Marcus ran, each step disintegrating behind him. The reflection followed, always one step ahead.
At the top stood a door—a door that pulsed with the same light as the cubes. Marcus reached for it.
"Open it," the reflection whispered. "And see the truth."
He hesitated. But Emily's cry broke through his doubt.
He pushed the door open.
The light swallowed him whole.
When his vision cleared, he stood in a mirror of their world—except it was wrong. Skies bled crimson. Cities floated in ruin. And at the center, a throne made of the cubes.
Emily was there, bound by chains of light.
"Marcus!" she cried.
The reflection stood beside the throne. "To save her, you must take the seat."
"What happens if I do?" Marcus demanded.
"You become me."
The chains tightened around Emily.
Time was running out.
And Marcus had never been so afraid.