After spending another full day roaming the strange mirror-filled hall, Max found himself deep in contemplation, exhausted but determined. He had combed through dozens of mirrors—touching them, testing them, sensing the faint fluctuations of energy until he finally uncovered two more mirrors that resonated strongly with him.
One pulsed with the elusive concept of space, the other shimmered with a calm, focused edge that vibrated with sword intent.
Like the flame and lightning mirrors before, each of these mirrors opened a path to a sealed chamber upon resonance. Inside each, after grueling trials testing his understanding and mastery over those concepts, he was rewarded with treasures worthy of his efforts.
The first was the Space Anchor Sphere—a small, metallic orb no larger than his palm, glowing with faint spatial ripples that made the air around it bend subtly. It wasn't built for combat, but Max could immediately see its overwhelming utility.
