Jacob stepped into the Mirror World. It was not much different from the battle arena that he had just left. He was instantly surrounded by a bunch of mirrors of all shapes, sizes, and designs.
The entire space was completely dark, pitch black even. He looked around and could make out the outlines of mirrors. Some were hexagon-shaped, while some were circular. Each of them led to different worlds.
But Jacob was not interested in travelling through worlds at this moment. All he could see in the mirrors was his reflection, even though it was distorted in some of them and just appeared downright evil in others.
He knew that as long as he stayed away from the mirrors, he would be safe.
