Round 87

The mirrors began to shift, each surface rippling like water disturbed by unseen hands. Merrin watched in horror as the glass distorted, showing twisted reflections of herself and her companions. Serrine's face appeared in one mirror, her expression serene as she reached out a hand to touch the glass. But as she did, her body contorted into impossible shapes, twisting like wax in a furnace. "Look closely," Halie warned, her voice dripping with malevolence. "That is not Serrine." The rogue felt a surge of anger and fear as she realized that whatever they were facing here, it was far more dangerous than mere mirrors.