After parting ways with Silus, Klaus, and Nortan, Max wandered alone through the strange hall filled with countless mirrors. The floor beneath him was smooth, almost like glass, and the faint hum of energy lingered in the air.
The walls were lined with mirrors of all shapes and sizes, their surfaces occasionally flickering with unnatural light.
Max approached one, standing directly in front of it. For a moment, it showed his reflection clearly—his white hair, calm expression, and sharp eyes.
But in the next instant, his image vanished completely, leaving only a foggy, colorless void behind the glass. A faint, earthy scent drifted from the mirror—subtle but unmistakable.
Max narrowed his eyes slightly. 'This mirror is releasing wood aura,' he thought, stepping back. It wasn't his field of mastery, so he left it behind and walked toward another.
This time, the mirror was cold and dull. It did nothing, offered no response to his presence, no aura, no image. He moved on again.
