Outside the mirror.
The silhouette of the Evil Spirit Du Wei became even more profound.
It held a scalpel in its right hand, upon which its own face slowly emerged.
And in its hand.
There was a face wearing a mask.
Yes, it had peeled off its own face.
The perspective shifted back to the front.
The face of the Evil Spirit Du Wei had formed into a void, much like a shattered mirror, dark inside, with nothing visible.
The body it had stolen was merely a reflection.
This contradicted its cognition, and if it continued like this, it would eventually fall into self-denial, a conceptual death.
By then, even if it survived, it would no longer be the Evil Spirit Du Wei.
After its face was peeled off, the Evil Spirit Du Wei lost its features.
It couldn't speak anymore, so it numbly reached out with the face, mask and all, toward the other self in the mirror.
It could see Du Wei in the mirror.
But Du Wei couldn't see it.
