Unlike before, Aether was hurled out of the mirror violently as soon as the memory concluded. His feet hit the ground, and he staggered back, gasping for air. His chest rose and fell with sharp, uneven breaths, his eyes bloodshot and his hands trembling. Aether ran his fingers through his hair, trying to shake off the lingering sensations. The images of that memory still clung to him like cobwebs.
Below, his blurred vision caught sight of Anna and Elara. They were walking purposefully toward a mirror, their outlines growing fainter as the reflective surface shimmered.
"Wasn't that a fascinating end?" The whisper spoke suddenly, its voice cool and bemused, cutting through Aether's disoriented state.
Aether turned, still catching his breath, his voice shaky. "It wasn't the end… What happens after he went with that… thing—"
