Round 88

The ground shuddered beneath Varrika’s feet, and she stumbled slightly as ancient runes pulsed with an otherworldly light. A hidden chamber revealed itself through a sliding wall, leading to a maze of mirrors. Merrin tried to stop her from entering but was too late.

The crystal at the bottom of the pit had pulsed with an intense, blinding light, its power growing stronger by the second. Varrika found herself suspended in mid-air by a magical force field, while Serrine’s limp form vanished. The mirrors began to distort and ripple, revealing different versions of themselves.

A figure stepped out of one mirror—it was Halie, her eyes black as coal, her skin deathly pale.