Beyond the river, they found a stone mirror embedded in a tree. It glowed faintly, its surface rippling like water.
"What is this?" Alysia asked, her curiosity piqued.
"A warning," Aragos said. "It shows what awaits us if we fail."
The mirror's surface shifted, revealing a vision of destruction—fire, death, and a figure cloaked in darkness.
"Is that… me?" Alysia whispered, horrified.
"It's a possibility," Aragos said. "One we must prevent."
The weight of the vision hung heavy over them as they pressed on.