The Show [4]

Hearing the mocking voice echo from everywhere, Zoran felt his heartbeat pounding in his chest.

What had happened? It didn't make sense.

He couldn't remember.

The last thing he recalled was fighting Solomon in a [Soul Domain] battle.

A deranged laugh echoed and bounced from every direction, and Zoran felt nauseous as he watched his reflections all around him.

Some moved with a delay, others froze, and a few even moved before he did.

Zoran collapsed to his knees, sweat dripping from his face, splattering onto the mirror-like floor as he stared at his own reflection.

"Just... what is going on!?"

Clutching his hair with both hands, he screamed.

And when he did...

The reflection beneath him smiled, cold and sinister.

"You don't remember?"

It spoke.

No—Solomon's voice came from everywhere, but Zoran's reflection moved its lips as if speaking in sync with Solomon's words.