Osiris maintained his unwavering gaze upon the mystic mirror, undeterred by the peculiar and chilling wind that swept through the palace room. He had encountered his fair share of strange phenomena, so this unsettling breeze failed to even make him flinch.
With short earth-brown hair, gray eyes, and a hulking physique, Osiris possessed a commanding presence. His lean, sharp-featured face exuded an air of strength and determination. Adorned with a golden crown upon his head, he remained focused solely on the enigmatic mirror.
However, in an unexpected turn of events, the outline of the figure that was on the verge of materializing abruptly vanished, leaving behind only a blackened mirror. The once reflective, silvery surface of the Mystic Mirror plunged into complete darkness, mirroring the void that now consumed it. Simultaneously, the mysterious wind ceased to exist, as if it had never been.
