Annan took out the mirror given to him by the person in the mirror and slowly unveiled the curtain.
In the mirror roughly the size of an adult's head, no image was reflected.
It only shone with a faint golden light of nothingness.
Only after absorbing a day of Annan's life did the faint golden mirror finally show Annan's reflection. Aside from that, there was nothing else in the mirror… not even the frost flowers inside the Frost Tower behind Annan reflected there.
"—Rigret."
Annan called out to his grandmother's true name directly in the dragon language.
In front of this mirror, invoking the true name of any deity could summon the opposite reflection in the mirror without consuming the corresponding mystical knowledge.
After about two to three seconds of delay.
Visible ripples suddenly disturbed the mirror—whitish horns like curved ice sculptures grew from Annan's face; silver, fine dragon scales also appeared where his cheeks met his neck.
