Alric’s grip tightened. “You’re not my father. You’re the Lich-Queen’s whisper.”
Alric approached. His reflection stared back, but it was wrong. This reflection wore pristine armor. No scars. No cracks. It smiled. mighty knight 2
Behind Alric, Elara cried out—skeletal hands erupted from the earth, gripping her ankles. Alric’s grip tightened
Alric had a choice. He could strike the mirror and shatter the illusion, but that would free the Lich-Queen directly. Or he could bargain. Or run. not a monster
Beyond lay the Ossuary Grove—a forest of petrified bones shaped like trees. And at its center, not a monster, but a mirror.