Round 98

The mirrors surrounding them hummed with an energy that felt wrong—alive in a way no glass should be. Seraphine pressed her back against one of the massive reflective surfaces, her heart pounding so hard she feared it might shatter the glass. Her reflection distorted, twisting into something monstrous before snapping back to her normal features.

"I don't know what this is," she gasped, her voice trembling despite her efforts to control it. "But whatever it is... it's ancient and hungry."