Give Me The Mirror
Advaith's eyes scanned the room, searching every nook and cranny for the Reflection Mirror. Despite the Guardian's assurance that it was right in front of him, Advaith couldn't see it anywhere. He felt a growing sense of frustration, wondering if the Guardian was playing a trick on him.
Just as he was about to give up, Advaith turned to the Guardian and asked, "If you feel like I can protect the mirror, can I have it now?"
The Guardian's expression changed from calm to surprised. He raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by Advaith's request. "You want the Reflection Mirror now?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.
Advaith nodded. "Yes, I do. If I'm worthy of protecting it, then I'd like to take it with me."
The Guardian's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he studied Advaith's face. He seemed to be searching for something, trying to understand Advaith's motives.
