Shrouded in the inky darkness of a hidden chamber, several figures stood cloaked in shadows, their eyes glowing sinister light. The air was thick with the tension of a deadly plan being hatched. Their voices, hushed and urgent, echoed softly within the stone walls.
At the center of the chamber stood a large mirror, unlike any ordinary one. The mirror reflected a bustling city, its image alive and detailed, showing the movements of people as if it were a window rather than a mere reflection.
"He did not use his aura," a voice came from the dark. "Everyone saw that, right?"
"Could the information be true?" asked another raspy voice in the darkness.
"Should we rely on that informant?" another chimed in, doubt creeping into his tone.
