Chapter 84: The Mirror Wears Your Face

In the Echoed Mountains, where time repeated itself every few hours, Liss arrived with Thessaly. They had followed rumors of a new god fragment appearing—one that imitated powers it had no right to hold.

What they found was a being shaped like smoke and starlight.

It smiled with her face.

"You're… me?" Liss asked.

"I'm what the world would've made you if you chose vengeance," the mirror-Liss replied.

"And I think you're weak."

Thessaly raised her blade.

"Wrong answer."

But Liss raised a hand.

"Let me handle her."

They fought across shifting time-plates—echoes of past battles swirling in the mist. The mirror fought with rage. Liss fought with memory.

And then… she whispered her spell:

"Reflect and serve."

The mirror twisted. Collapsed.

Then stood again—identical. But loyal.

"You made a copy of me?" the mirror-Liss asked.

"No," Liss said.

"I made a choice. You're mine now."

And the mountain wept.