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The Glass Realm

Shinku_Lycoris
The world is a lie. The truth is in the reflection. ​Solon is a brilliant high schooler, a mind far too sharp for the mundane life he leads. To him, the world is a series of predictable equations until the sun vanishes in the middle of a mathematics lecture. A sudden, absolute darkness known as the "Glass Night" falls upon his school, bringing with it a cold that does not just freeze the skin, but the very soul. ​In this world, Prana is not just energy; it is the Mirror of Reality. It materializes a distorted, geometric world from the other side of the glass. From this reflection emerge the Cenotaphs: cold, crystalline entities of smoke and bone that hunger for the life force of the living. ​As his classmates are erased by the encroaching frost, Solon does not scream. He observes. Facing certain death, he shatters the mirror and awakens. He gains the ability to manipulate his own shadow not as a lack of light, but as a void of three slots capable of archiving and binding the monsters of the reflection..
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