The world around the Cult Leader had vanished.
In its place stood an endless [House of Mirrors].
Every direction was lined with towering mirrors stretching far beyond sight. Their polished surfaces reflected one another endlessly, creating a maze of infinite images.
At the ground level, the lich saw countless versions of himself staring back at him. Reflection after reflection folded into another reflection, each one spawning countless more.
The images stretched away into infinity until it became impossible to tell where the real world ended and the reflections began.
Above him was another level. And then another.
Each level was filled with even more mirrors, reflecting the levels below and above them in an endless cascade of images. The same skeletal figure appeared thousands upon thousands of times, staring down from every angle imaginable.
