Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.
The words kept echoing in my mind, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden, icy calm I forced over my features.
I didn't expect him to figure out the mirror's true purpose so quickly. The final step was to confirm my suspicions about his true identity silently and act accordingly later.
This... was a small but also a big mistake on my part.
...Think, think...
I slowly turned toward Ossian and met his gaze, my expression a mask of serene curiosity. I slowly lowered the mirror.
"So, this is his true form, Senior?" I asked, keeping my voice steady. "The Architect of Discord, I mean. And it seems you remembered wrong previously."
"..."
For a heartbeat, there was only the oppressive silence of the bone chamber.
Ossian kept staring at me, and I didn't dare avert my gaze.
"Hehe," Ossian then chuckled, leaning back. The sound held genuine amusement now, entirely different from the warmth he'd been projecting since the beginning.
