Kael stepped in front of the Mirror.
At first—nothing. Then his reflection blinked.
It smiled. "You think you can run from me?"
"I won't become you," Kael growled.
The reflection leaned closer. "You already have. Every time you draw power, you feed me."
Eira stepped beside him. Her reflection was still. Silent.
The mirror cracked.
Kael reached forward—and was pulled in.
He saw himself, crowned in flame, sword dripping with gods' blood. The world bowed to him. Worshipped him. Feared him.
And somewhere in the reflection… he smiled.
When he pulled back, his eyes burned faint gold.
The change had begun.