The Doors

The glasshouse began to glow softly, the light coming from the glasses that he did not shatter.

"…I should break them all?" Varian's lips twitched.

He had just learned that he was supposed to be pick 'one' mirror, break it and leave the place. But by breaking multiple mirrors at the start, he made the process unnecessarily long.

Now, he had to clear the more 100,000 mirrors in the place.

"Well…"

Varian exhaled deeply and slowly clenched his fist.

An explosion engulfed the glass house and a mix of colors began to glow in the

room. It continued for the next ten minutes, like it's some light show.

Varian panted lightly as the light faded and mirrors pieced themselves back.

A path opened itself for him and he moved his feet without hesitation. To be very honest, he didn't feel comfortable staying here after watching the truth of that night.

On his exit, an interesting line of text waved him off.