Chapter 185

*Elora*

The mirror felt heavier than it should have. It was small enough to fit in my palm, no bigger than a dagger blade, but it pulsed with a weight I couldn’t explain. Its frame was carved obsidian, etched with runes that glowed faintly in the cavern light, threaded with lines of moonstone like veins under pale skin. The surface wasn’t glass—not truly. It shimmered, liquid and dark, as if it he