The symphony that had been gradually increasing in volume transformed into an execution piece for Bologue, both his consciousness and body suffering under the torment of pain, as chaotic hallucinations floated before his eyes.
Bologue realized that the hard, flat mirror surface beneath him had somehow softened like liquid, creating a large depression where he stood, throwing his body off balance and causing him to fall uncontrollably.
Instinctively, Bologue tried to brace himself with his hand, pressing against the mirror surface, and immediately, a bone-chilling coldness spread from his fingertips, racing up his spine.
"Ha... Ha..."
All the musical notes blurred and receded, as if Bologue had sunk into water; amidst the muffled sounds, he could hear his own heavy breathing.
Bologue tried to support his body, but he felt something even colder grasping his hand. Looking down, he saw his reflection in the mirror.
