Chapter 292
Opening his eyes, he was greeted by a dark space; nothing but blackness stretched all around.
The air smelled stale, dry, and empty—as though no living thing had drawn breath here for centuries.
This place reminded him of the partial spirit summoning space conducted by Sigfor.
But what made this space special compared to the spirit space was the mirror-like ground beneath his feet, where a clear reflection of himself was visible.
The reflection's eyes seemed… wrong. Darker. Sharper.
He looked around but saw nothing; the connection to the real world was completely severed.
Somewhere in the distance, faint footsteps echoed—slow, deliberate… approaching.
Each step sent a ripple through the mirrored surface beneath him, distorting his reflection into something twisted and unfamiliar.
"Haah…"
