Marcus stood frozen, his heart pounding as the reflection's words echoed in his mind. Emily's chains glowed brighter, tightening with every passing second. The throne pulsed, calling to him with a silent promise of power—and destruction.
"Decide, Marcus," the reflection said softly. "Her life… or yours."
"I'm not playing your game!" Marcus shouted.
"Oh, but you already are," the reflection replied, its voice a dangerous whisper. "You've been playing since the moment you touched the cube."
Emily gasped as the chains constricted. "Marcus… please…"
Desperation surged through him. He had to find another way. His eyes darted around the ruined landscape, searching for anything—any sign of escape. And then he saw it: a faint shimmer on the edge of his vision.
He ran toward it without thinking.
The reflection's laughter followed him. "You can't run from fate!"
But Marcus ignored it, his feet pounding against the crumbling ground. The shimmer grew brighter, forming into a doorway of light. He reached for it—
And the ground collapsed beneath him.
He fell, the air rushing past him as the void swallowed everything.
"Marcus!" Emily's scream faded into the distance.
Darkness claimed him.
When he opened his eyes, he was somewhere else. A vast, endless hall stretched before him, lined with mirrors. Each one reflected a different version of himself—some familiar, some twisted beyond recognition.
"Welcome to the truth," the reflection's voice echoed. "Let's see if you can survive it."