Finishing the last stroke, Anthony sighed in relief, confirming he still lived.
Though unsure if Amon's incarnation—Monette's drawn form—could help turn the tables and find a way out of the mirror world, he had obeyed his partner's orders and done his part.
Almost at once, Anthony saw the corners of Monette's sketched mouth turn up, eyes appearing to come to life.
But the curling paper and translucent flames stirred once more.
In an instant, the drawing of Monette condensed into a ball, devoured by clear flames and absorbed into the dim Bottle of Fiction.
Wh— Had it failed? Anthony's heart squeezed tight again.
Even a disciplined Hypnotist found it hard to stay calm in the face of this.
Right then, Overseer Perle, still next to the jutting rock, pulled her right hand from the Under the Table bag of coins.
The transaction was made; Lumian's group would teeter on the edge of sleep!
