"Why the crossbow?" Gaya asked, her voice laced with suspicion. "And don't tell me you don't have some fancy mirror stashed away in that space ring of yours. You've got everything in there."
"It's not just any mirror, Gaya," Michael said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He reached into his inventory, pulling out a small, ornate hand mirror and held it up, reflecting the symbols on the floor.
But the reflection was normal as the symbols remained unchanged.
"See?" he said, tossing the mirror back into his inventory. "It has to be a weapon. Something imbued with power."
He unsheathed one of his swords, the obsidian blade gleaming in the dim light, and held it up, angling it towards the symbols.
And there it was, the reflection and the true form of the symbols.
"Okay," he said, his gaze fixed on the reflected images. "Now we're getting somewhere."
