The Scions are trapped in a realm of shattered glass dimensions, where corrupted versions of themselves whisper twisted sins and taunt with deadly illusions. Every reflection is a nightmare, every strike a test of their will. One wrong move, and their powers—and their lives—could vanish forever.
Who will survive the mirrors' cruel judgment? And what ancient presence watches from the shadows, smiling as blood and chaos paint the glass?
Prepare for horror, betrayal, and powers pushed to the limit. The Gate of Shattered Souls awaits.
The mirror doesn't reflect you—it eats you alive.
"Mirrors don't lie—they devour." – Forgotten Scribe
The reflections stare back, and the Scions confront their corrupted souls.
Gate 4 pulled the siblings into the Gate of Shattered Souls: The Abyss of Self-Ruin, a realm of shattered glass dimensions where corrupted mirror versions of themselves taunted with twisted sins. The air hummed with schemes of betrayal, mirrors whispering, "Join us, or die alone." Isolated in their trials, the siblings believed the others perished, but a fleeting connection allowed Zynia to save Sablon. Ages unchanged—Kain 11, Vespera 11, Lyric 1, Zynia 6, Isolde 1, Sablon 6—their sigils flickered with self-doubt.
Kain's POV
Kain froze as his mirror warped into a Corrupted Pride Mirror—a hulking, golden with black cracks abomination, its flesh sprouting jagged bone spikes, eyes oozing black tar, mouth splitting into a shark-toothed grin. The fight ignited when it hissed, "Every breath you've taken since she saved you is stolen—you should've died in her place, parasite," and lunged, its fist crashing down, snapping his rib with a wet crack, blood bubbling from his mouth. Hallucinations struck—Vespera's corpse rotting, her melted sockets turning toward him, jaw working soundlessly until a scream burst through. They're dead because of me? he thought, ribs piercing his lung, breath ragged—I'm done for. "Shit, you're me—but uglier!" he gasped, casting Dominion Frostlash, golden ice-chains whipping its arm, but it shattered them, shards slicing his cheek, blood warm and sticky. The mirror roared, "Your pride's a lie—watch her burn again!" showing Vespera's flesh melting. Kain roared, "Fuck that!" and unleashed Dominion Apex, a golden explosion ripping its chest open, guts spilling in a steaming heap. The AI glitched, "Mirrors… echoes… a god's fall…" A whisper hinted, "The golden dagger struck first." He grabbed a Voidblood Helm from the shards, the system warning, Failure means losing a power—your sigil dims forever. The ground trembled.
Author View (Third-Person)
From the cracks between realities, something ancient watched—smiling at the pieces falling into place as Kain's blood painted the glass.
Vespera's POV
Vespera gaped at her Corrupted Wrath Mirror—a crimson, ash-veined horror, its molten flesh dripping like lava, bones twisting into claws, facing a melted mask of rage. The battle began as it sneered, "Your wrath's a sham—you're a leech on Kain's mercy, die, you coward," and exploded flames, searing her olive skin, blood blistering as she rolled, the heat a cruel lover's kiss. Hallucinations assaulted—Kain's impaled body, his screams blaming her weakness. They're gone, and it's my fault? she raged, arm breaking with a sickening pop—I'm fucking dead. "Shut your filthy mouth!" she snarled, casting Inferno Wrath, flames clashing, but it absorbed them, exploding back, shattering her arm further. The mirror taunted, "Feel her die again!" showing Isolde's empty gaze. She won by unleashing Inferno Ascension, a pillar of hellfire vaporizing its core, organs bursting in a bloody fountain. The AI stuttered, "Mirrors… echoes… a god's fall…" She claimed a Voidblood Gauntlet, the system intoning, Lose, and your wrath fades eternally—power stolen. The mirrors cracked.
Author View (Third-Person)
Something ancient stirred, its hunger coiling in the void as Vespera's screams echoed through the shattered glass.
Lyric's POV
Lyric giggled nervously as her Corrupted Chaos Mirror emerged—a swirling rainbow with black voids, its body splitting into writhing tendrils, face a gaping maw of teeth, eyes bleeding chaos. The fight started when it spat, "Your chaos is a joke—you're a burden Zynia carried, rot, you fool," warping the ground, tripping her into thorns, blood trickling from her thigh. Hallucinations screamed—Zynia's charred body, her ashes mocking Lyric's failure. They're dead? No fun… she thought, daggers reversing to slash her arm, blood spraying—I'm gonna die! "Fuck you, mirror bitch!" she sang Harmonic Shriek, a sonic wave shattering its form, shards and blood exploding, securing her victory. The AI glitched, "Mirrors… echoes… a god's fall…" A whisper hinted, "The golden dagger… wasn't meant for the gods." She grabbed a Voidblood Orb, the system whispering, Failure strips your chaos—power lost to the void. The air shuddered.
Author View (Third-Person)
In the shadows beyond the glass, a presence lingered—its laughter a silent promise of doom as Lyric's blood pooled.
Zynia's POV
Zynia faced her Corrupted Fury Mirror—a grotesque twin with lava veins, its skin peeling to reveal muscle, eyes glowing red, mouth drooling molten spit. The fight began when it roared, "Your fury's a lie—you're a weakling Sablon pitied, perish, you wretch," and lunged, tendrils slicing her thigh, blood gushing. She saw Sablon's mirror nearly gut him, his slime-shifting failing—He's dead!—but her Blaze fury Wolf's Beast-Form Rage tore through, saving him with a claw to the mirror's spine. Hallucinations hit—Sablon's mangled corpse, his last words cursing her. Is he gone now? she wept, tears mixing with blood. The mirror's fist slammed her, bruising ribs—I'm finished. "Fuck you, copycat!" she spat, casting Fury's Blaze, scorching its face, blood sizzling. A Grief root Golem joined, but her Wolf's rage shattered its arm. She won by unleashing Fury's Eruption, a volcanic blast vaporizing its core, organs bursting. The AI glitched, "Mirrors… echoes… a god's fall…" She grabbed a Void blood Plate, the system warning, Failure costs a power—fury extinguished. The mirrors trembled.
Author View (Third-Person)
A cold malice seeped through the dimensions—its gaze fixating on Zynia's blood as Sablon's life hung by a thread.
Isolde's POV
Isolde trembled before her Corrupted Envy Mirror—a shadowy figure with oozing green sores, limbs elongating into claws, facing a distorted sneer. The fight started when it taunted, "Your envy destroyed Lyric—you're a poison, die, you hag," and slashed, bruising her ribs, blood seeping. Hallucinations showed Lyric's throat torn, her last breath blaming Isolde. She's dead because of me? she thought, the mirror's claw grazing her chest—I'm fucking finished! "Fuck you!" she choked, casting Envy's Ice bind, freezing its claws, then crushed its core with ice, slime bursting, clinching her victory. The AI glitched, "Mirrors… echoes… a god's fall…" A whisper hinted, "The golden dagger struck first." A Voidblood Greave dropped, the system warning, Failure loses envy—power gone. The air quaked.
Author View (Third-Person)
The air thickened with a sinister intent—something waited, its patience a blade against their throats.
Sablon's POV
Sablon grinned at his Corrupted Lust Mirror—a slick, tentacled horror with pulsating slime veins, its face a leering maw. The fight ignited when it purred, "Your lust failed Isolde—you're a disgrace, rot, you bastard," and its tentacles crushed his chest, blood gushing. Zynia's wolf saved him, claws ripping the mirror's back. She's alive? he thought, blood pooling. The mirror's tendril pierced his side—I'm dead meat! "Choke on this, fucker!" he laughed, casting Lust's Dominion, whips flaying its form, blood soaking him. He won by decapitating it with a final whip strike, head rolling in a spray of gore. The AI glitched, "Mirrors… echoes… a god's fall…" A Voidblood Pauldron dropped, the system warning, Failure loses lust—power stripped. The ground quaked.
Author View (Third-Person)
Zynia's rage revived Sablon, the Armor of the Voidblood pieces merging into a sleek, obsidian-plated suit that pulsed with void energy, its edges sharp as a predator's grin. But the gate groaned ominously, mirrors shattering with a deafening crash, and suddenly, the walls collapsed, glass raining like deadly shards, trapping them in suffocating darkness—Will they survive this hellish trap?
The gate's collapse left the siblings gasping, "Why were we chosen?" as a shiny golden light erupted, confetti of radiant energy showering them. The system boomed, Congratulations, Heroes, you have passed the trial for Gate 4! If you had lost, your powers would have been stripped forever, your sigils reduced to ash. Your reward: the full Armor of the Void blood, a legendary suit granting void-step teleportation, unbreakable resilience, and the power to summon void beasts! On to the next one! The golden light dazzled, making the victory epic and enjoyable amidst the gore, but in the darkness beyond, something clapped… slowly.