A cross.
A Pentagram.
Two symbols far apart from one another. One that glowed a bright, white light. Another in Crimson red. Griffos would see such lights glow with such power, before seeing them slowly move towards one another. As they did, as such lights touched one another, the symbols would begin to shift. The cross developing a crosshair, sharpening the sides. The pentagram loses one of its points, slowly merging the points upwards, in the same position as the cross itself. The more the two got closer, the more such details blur between them, ultimately becoming the same object once they cross paths.
A Sharpened cross, with small crosshairs on the corners. A merge between Heaven and Hell.
An attack empowered by the very afterlife.
"CARD! SPACE!! MAGIC!!! STAAAR BULLET!!!!"
BANG!!!
A unionized attack, with Harvard firing Lemegeton into a massive star bullet, and Stolas empowering the shot, feeding the star with such energy necessary to melt whatever comes in its way. "Wha-....What is this..." Griffos began, his eyes widened in shock and awe at such a sight. "How...they're.....not even... How is this possible...." He'd be quick in trying to cast a mass assortment of spells, even utilizing the same spell the Card Magician casted to utilize a beast's appendages, a monster made up of gears and cogs, fast forwarding the cooldown of his strongest spell, yet nothing was coming out. His frantic movements and fear from the incoming blast forced him to expel his fusion's, converting them into pure energy, forcing out the spell and bending the rules of reality itself. "DEUS EX!!! SAVE ME FROM WHAT'S COMING!!!!" He'd scream, watching the card quickly give way, a glow made from the iron maiden, a smile being formed as his answers were responded.
Alas, all the spell did was merely break the prison he was in. Because he has rushed the casting of Deus Ex, despite it already being casted beforehand, it's magic is now only usable for half of the problem, deeming the coffin as the bigger threat. His luck has finally ran out.
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
"BUT WAIT!! THERE'S MORE!!!" Stolas shouted, as he'd grab ahold of Harvard and threw him across, letting the abomination soar through to reach Beaux, his tendrils attempting to stab into and catch her, while the other masses reached up, a tether for the Stellar Sorcerer. Beaux would try to retaliate with Mercury, attempting to void the tether itself, as well as where the child was that is nearby, but it, too, was useless. Harvard would simply remove the illusion that was heightening her senses, stunning her with Azathoth's instead, leaving her wide open. "SPACE MAGIC!!! AL! MA!!! GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEST!!!" The boy would roar as he'd fire another star, one that both caught itself onto the tether, as well as catching the combo attack to send it in Beaux's direction. Harvard merely casted a spell to cut the distance, being just behind Beaux, letting her take the full star head on. Despite having an answer for this, Beaux simply stared at the large orb, atmosphere's being made to act as a barrier. One by one, however, they would be melted away, out of its sheer force, size, and pull. Beaux can't help but be proud of the two, despite suffering such a hellish defeat.
She was able to go out in the best way she can possibly imagine. She can't be mad at them for pulling off such a stunt.
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Both of the Mirror's bodies shattered upon the impact. Beaux's demise was almost instant, whilst Griffos was able to leave some parting words, his head fully intact, his neck and spine visible amidst the shattered body. "To think bonds of the soul....overpowered bonds of blood. Truly....I am proud to see you become just as superior as I. However....There is another mirror for you, Harvard Helsing. Another reflection that exists out there, thanks to the person responsible for creating me. Heed my words, boy..." He'd began, catching the attention of both children as the land started to twist and turn, a mirror quickly catching them and returning them to the proper world.
"The name of this other Mirror...The one that needs such guidance...Is Sozo Kurorai. Find him. Make him wake up. For my sake..."
Fwipp!
In that instance, the two boys were ejected out of the mirror, their bodies on the ground. Everything was completely still, as their reflection no longer exists. Despite such silence, the boys immediately looked at one another, got up, and cheered like no tomorrow. "BEST! FIGHT! EVER!!!" Harvard would cry out.
"I KNOW RIGHT!?!? SHE WAS ALL LIKE 'FWABAH!' AND I WAS ALL LIKE 'WHAPOW!' AND EVERYTHING WAS GOING 'KA-BOOM' EVERYWHERE!!" Stolas would respond, making fighting gestures to recall his match.
"YEAH, YEAH, AND THE WHOLE SPELLS THEY WERE CASTING!?!? I NEED THOSE SO BADLY, DUDE!! How the heck did we miss out on something like this!?"
"I DON'T KNOW!! Are you gonna add them to your deck?"
"What do you THINK!?" Harvard's wide, joyous grin would be visible, jumping and squealing in joy alongside his feathered friend, as he'd try to make some blank cards and make such spells he saw beforehand, as well as Walpurgis as his own monster. One of such spells was the Mirror itself, a Ritual that lets them go back to fight their other halves whenever they had the chance. "This is like...THE BEST WAY to train ourselves! If we learn more about our other selves, we can probably pick up some new attacks to use against the jerk who's ruining everyone!"
"This HAS to be my gift. It HAS to be..." Stolas would approach the mirror, looking on the golden frame, checking behind it for anything to hold onto. "...There's no shot someone would just haphazardly leave it here for a random wedding. This HAS to be mines, right?"
"Maybe! Regardless, We need to show this to Solomon and Zazel NOW! They're going to FREAK when they-" Harvard's words were cut off by a loud scream, one of such pain and anguish. "...Ok maybe not like that, but CLOSE to it." The two would be quick to run across the small room, maneuvering the maze to try and meet up with the Biblical Sorcerer.
If anything else, than to at least provide comfort in whatever caused their friend to make such a disastrous sound.