When they entered the chamber of mirrors, the room was no longer the same. The mirrors had vanished, leaving a vast circular platform beneath an open expanse of silver light. The twelve sword pillars glowed along their edges, and the lines in the floor formed a pattern that looked almost like two constellations meeting across a night sky. There was no throne, no image of an empire, and no voice offering them a promise. The room was still and quiet, as if it had finished asking its questions and now waited for them to answer with action.
