Chapter 1122 – The Forgotten Palace [Part 9]
Lux crouched close, eyes narrowed.
Think.
Not force.
Fraud.
He slid one dagger beneath the vein and used the other to scrape a tiny nick into Cyrinne's mirror. Green Envy resonance bled into the reflection. The mirror showed not the crystal as it was, but the crystal as it wanted to be, full. Stable. Obedient. Reporting success to its master like a good little parasite.
Lux guided that illusion into the seal.
The royal mark pulsed.
Accepted.
Lux cut.
The fifth siphon line detached from the coffin and bit into the mirrored loop instead.
The five crystals began feeding on each other.
Pulling. Returning. Pulling. Returning.
Plus and minus.
Debt and repayment.
An accounting circle so stupidly perfect it would keep running for a while because magical systems, like bureaucrats, preferred paperwork that looked complete.
Cyrinne stared. "How long?"
