Above the dark and low void of the mirror world, numerous brilliant stars shed beams of clear light.
These beams converged into a column of light, illuminating the mirror world and engulfing Franca, the Demoness webs, and Nikila himself.
Franca and Nikila both shattered into countless mirror fragments. These shards, along with the invisible webs, quickly dissolved into nothing under the starlight.
The starlight quickly faded, and Nikila and Franca's figures reappeared in different corners of the mirror world.
Seeing the entrance to the tunnel of webs now unobstructed, Nikila felt a surge of joy. He pulled out a dark gray scroll from the inner pocket of his black wool coat.
Suppressing the urge to cough, he whispered a Hermes word, "Wind!"
The dark gray scroll instantly ignited with cyan flames, a roaring wind gathering around Nikila, pushing his feverish and muddled thoughts forward at the speed of the wind toward one of the dark tunnels.
