Passing through the mirror felt strange.
For a brief instant, Max felt an icy sensation run through his entire body. It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable, as if he were walking through a curtain made of cold water and shadows.
When he opened his eyes on the other side, it took him a few seconds to realize something.
Everything looked exactly the same.
The small hidden room was still there.
The same dim lighting.
The same walls.
The same staircase.
The same mirror behind them.
Max blinked several times.
"Well... that was disappointing."
Dorian stepped out of the mirror behind him.
"Were you expecting fireworks?"
"A little."
Don emerged next, clutching the mirror frame as if he feared being sucked back in.
"I was hoping not to cross at all."
Seraphine was the last to step through.
The mage observed the room for a few seconds before crossing her arms.
"Don't let your guard down."
Her tone was serious.
