(The Vision – The Mirror Calls)
Rens vision shifted once more, pulled by the same invisible force that had granted him this free, misty form.
He felt it clearly now — he could move on his own. No longer a passive observer, he drifted forward like a shadow slipping through the walls, his misty body gliding through the storm-lashed palace as if the rain and thunder no longer touched him.
He moved toward the royal bedchamber of King Arthur and Queen Horae, the very room where he had first seen the ancient mirror during Thistle's memory. The palace halls were dark and silent, the storm outside still raging without mercy, rain hammering against the tall windows and lightning flashing in violent bursts.
He slipped into the room without a sound.
No one could see him. No one could hear him. He was nothing but fog and memory, invisible even to the demonic corruption that now swelled every belly in the palace.
The grand bedchamber was empty.
