The portal dropped them into a hallway of mirrors.
Nathan recognized the trick—the Gallery of Echoes had used mirrors too. But the Colosseum was High Class, and it improved on old ideas.
Mirrors covered both walls, their surfaces rippling like water. The veil moved through the hall in silver threads. When Nathan looked at his reflection, its eyes were colder, more calculating. It just watched.
The others had worse luck.
"This is creepy," Dillon muttered. His reflection grinned with too many teeth. "Mine's making faces I've never made."
"Mine's just staring at me," Garrett said. His reflection glared with open contempt. Red's reflection snarled back. "Yeah. Don't like that."
The Mirror Shades emerged from the glass—one for each party member and summon. Garrett's copy held a mace of dark light. Dillon's copy had a katana dripping silver fog. Elise's copy raised a staff with pale flame.
Mirko's copy was the worst.
