The transition back to reality was sudden, jarring, as if someone had yanked me from the depths of a stormy sea and thrust me onto dry land.
My surroundings snapped into focus—the frost-coated battlefield, the shimmering menace of the Frostwrought Mirror looming ahead, and Erika, standing just a few feet away, her Skypiercer raised and glinting under the dim, eerie light.
Not a single second had passed since I had been submerged in that golden purgatory of anguish and sorrow.
As if that vision, or experience, never happened in the first place.
Allowing me to continue with my current endeavor.
"... It's a blur."
To me, the Frostwrought Mirror had shown me something incomprehensible, something it had struggled to convey. Its glassy surface swirled with blurred images, distorted shapes that danced just out of focus.
It was as if the mirror itself had fractured under the weight of what it wanted to reveal.
