The spiral didn't end. It multiplied.
Lin Yue understood that the moment his foot touched the first mirrored step and his reflection split into two, then four, then a dizzying cascade of versions of himself climbing in every direction at once up, sideways, even what should have been down, if down still meant anything inside Reflection Tower.
"Okay." Tang Xin's voice cracked somewhere behind him. "Okay, that's... that's a lot of me."
"Don't look at them," Wei Ning said, though her own eyes hadn't left the stretching reflections once since they'd stepped through the doors. "Just climb."
"Easy for you to say. You're not looking at six hundred copies of your own face."
"I'm looking at six hundred copies of mine. Forgive me if I'm not in the mood to compare notes."
There was no humor in it. There never really was, just the husk of banter people used because silence inside this tower felt like an invitation.
Lin Yue climbed without speaking.
