Witnessing the use of the Mirror Egg

Night fell in the Highlands.

Under the celestial gaze of the twin moons, Chiron and Mani, shadowy figures cloaked in darkness, navigated the rugged terrain of the highlands. 

The moonlight bathed the mountains in a soft, ethereal glow, creating a stark contrast to the shadows they moved through. Their determined steps echoed in the silence of the night, as they stealthily approached the mine that held the Orange Aura tribe village captive.

As they neared their destination, the ominous silhouette of the Vandorian army camp emerged against the backdrop of the moonlit mountains.

Torches flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced on the rocky walls. The air was thick with tension, the very mountains bearing witness to the oppression that had befallen the villagers turned slaves.

The mine sprawled before them, a desolate landscape marred by the toil of the oppressed.