The moment the bell made contact with the mirror, the world was bathed in an incandescent glow. It was as if the cosmos itself had ignited, a beacon that pierced the fabric of reality, casting everything into stark relief.
A monumental column of light pierced the boundary of heaven and earth, its brilliance more blinding than a thousand suns, bathing the desolate city in its warm radiance.
The bell in Zed's hand seemed to become a key, an instrument that unlocked a door to a dimension beyond comprehension. The once innocuous-looking artifact was now pulsating with an energy so intense, it felt as though it held the power to alter the course of the universe itself.
The other Zed, the mirrored image that had been a perfect replication, recoiled. His expression twisted into one of pure terror, his eyes wide with dread as he tried to scramble away from the impending illumination. It was a futile attempt, a desperate struggle against the inevitable.
"No!"
