Vivian's lips parted but before a single word could escape, the mirror shuddered.
A pulse rippled across the glass like a heartbeat.
BOOM.
The mirror exploded outward, shards flying in every direction.
Elyndra flinched and stumbled back, a sharp sting slicing across her cheek.
"Ah—shit!" she hissed, pressing her palm to her face as a thin line of blood appeared beneath Seraphina's skin, "You played dirty, Vivian!"
The ground hummed underfoot, vibrating with the aftershock. Dust drifted from the impact.
The sharp, metallic scent of magic crackled in the air.
Elyndra glared at the shattered fragments scattered along the floor… each piece lifeless, blackened, as if scorched from the inside.
Vivian was gone.
Her voice.
Her reflection.
Her presence.
Completely erased.
Elyndra clicked her tongue, annoyed, "Tch. Breaking the mirror?" she muttered. "How childish. And here I thought you finally grew a backbone."
