The Dark Mirror
The hidden chamber behind the Keeper's library was cold, its air thick with the weight of forgotten memories. Seraphyne, Keizu, and Xavierre followed the Keeper through a narrow passage that wound deep beneath the village.
The stone walls felt damp, their ancient surface etched with symbols too old for them to recognize. The torches flickered as they descended, casting long, jagged shadows that seemed to move on their own. There was an eerie sense of silence, as if the very air held its breath.
When they reached the end of the passage, they entered a small, dimly lit room. At the center of it stood an imposing, ornate mirror. The frame was carved from dark wood, and adorned with intricate runes and carvings that seemed to shift when viewed from different angles. The surface of the mirror was a deep, obsidian black, though it pulsed faintly with an inner light.