On the other side of the Ancient Mirror.
The man stood there quietly.
The wind stirred his robes, making them flutter gently.
After a moment, he finally spoke.
"What do you need me to do?"
His voice was deep, and if one listened closely, a hint of nervousness could be detected in his tone.
Hearing his voice, Celeste Grant brought the Ancient Mirror up to her eyes, looking at him face-to-face. The man in the mirror was looking back at her, his expression quite solemn.
