In Andohr's castle, the God of Time and Space was sitting on his throne alone as usual. Unlike any other day, Andohr had a grin plastered on his face. The reason for his unusual smile was the thing covered in gray cloth. Whatever was hiding beneath the cloth took almost half of the throne hall. Andohr would look tiny if he stood beside it. Looking at the cloth-covered object, Andohr waved his hand as a six feet circular mirror appeared and hovered in the air before him. Something created a few ripples in the mirror as though the glass had turned liquid. Andohr's hands glowed as he extended his hand toward the mirror. A bright light slowly flew out of his hand and landed on the mirror. Typically, a mirror would have reflected the bright beam of light but not this one. Instead of reflecting the light, the mirror absorbed the light. Soon, silhouettes appeared in the mirror. Gradually, the ripples in the mirror settled down, revealing the silhouette's figure.