"Do you know how easy it was to slip through when she believed it was just a harmless fantasy novel?" Elyndra puffed out her cheeks dramatically, mocking every inch of Seraphina's innocence.
Vivian's reflection tensed, her outline in the glass flickering with restrained anger.
"It was meant to prepare her," she said quietly. "To guide her toward the truth of who she is. Not to be used like this."
"Oh please." Elyndra scoffed, flicking her wrist. "She barely reads fantasy. She skimmed a few lines, maybe a paragraph… and that was enough."
Her smile sharpened with satisfaction.
"Enough for me to mimic a system. Enough for her to trust the sweet little hologram that helped her survive the strange world. Enough for her to believe she'd transmigrated into a fictional world."
Vivian's reflection trembled, a thin crack of fury running beneath the surface.
