Two days later, the professors were still recovering.
Yuria limped but insisted on walking. Seraphina had returned to the ice chamber for ditation. Lilith slept more than usual. Zephira refused treatnt entirely, insisting she’d "bent worse blades in her sleep."
That left and Valmira to pick up the pieces.
We went to the Northern Vault—a place Seraphina once said held the "opposite" of the shard.
The key was cold. The door was colder.
Inside, we found a mirror.
Not magical. Just... a mirror.
But what it showed wasn’t us.
It showed —sitting on a throne of glass. Alone. Professors gone. Academy in ruins.
Valmira stepped beside . Her reflection, too, stood alone—book closed, unreadable.
"This is what happens if you survive, but don’t lead," she whispered. "If you beco what Kael beca."
I reached out and shattered the mirror with my fist.
When I looked back, our reflections were gone.
And I felt better.
Even if my hand bled.
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