But every time he turned, every surface only showed him, multiplied endlessly.
And then, when he looked too long into one reflection,
the faces behind it began to move again.
Screaming. Reaching out.
Desperate to be free.
Raito's pulse quickened. His blade tightened in his grip.
Somewhere inside this mirrored hell, the true boss was waiting,
watching through his own reflection.
Raito's eyes stayed fixed on the mirror.
What he saw made his blood run cold. Hundreds of faces, twisted in terror, stared back at him. These were the people the Mireborn King had killed, souls trapped in the reflective surfaces of this cursed room.
A scream tore from his throat. He stumbled backward, closing his eyes, unable to bear the sight. The noise that erupted from him was pure anguish, echoing through the mirrored chamber.
Then, suddenly, the mirrors shivered. A crack ran through the glass, and three figures began to push outward.
Raito opened his eyes. They were coming out.
