Chapter 565: What It Witnesses, It Claims
The silver-marked corridor was much shorter than the trapped one, and there was almost no sound inside it.
Leon still advanced with care.
An empty-looking hallway in the Tower meant nothing. He spread his perception ahead of him with every step, checking for hidden wires, pressure tiles, and any sign that space had been altered.
There was nothing.
The corridor ran straight and narrow. Only the walls drew his attention.
Their texture changed as he moved deeper. The dark stone slowly lost its rough grain and became smooth, then smoother still, until a faint shine spread across the surface. After another dozen steps, Leon noticed a distorted bronze-gold figure moving beside him.
His reflection.
By the time he reached the next room, both sides of the passage had turned into mirrors.
