The door groaned open, and Leon stepped into Pius's chambers.
Nothing.
The room was bare, empty down to the dustless floorboards. Leon raised a brow, his voice flat. "There's nothing here?"
But the prickle at the back of his neck said otherwise. His senses were still stirring, sharp as ever, whispering that something lay hidden.
'No… I'm not wrong. Something's here.'
He took his time, scanning the chamber piece by piece, walls, shelves, floor. His steps carried him to a tall mirror propped against the far wall. The glass reflected him cleanly, but the moment his gaze settled on it, unease coiled in his gut.
"This mirror feels… wrong," he muttered. His reflection stared back, unwavering. "I just can't wrap my head around it."
Then it happened.
The surface of the mirror pulsed with a faint glow, like light rippling through water. Behind him, the floor split open with a grinding hiss, stone sliding aside to reveal a hidden passage.
