The mirrored room wasn't made of mirrors. The walls were slabs of polished blackstone and reflective obsidian, enchanted to respond to divine ether and memory. Reflections didn't show what stood before them but what the person in the room carried in their mind and soul. It was useful when Victor or the others didn't have the patience to deal with someones lies and today, the God of Destruction had little patience for intruders and even less for wasting his time. Even if he had more than enough to spare… that was for Elias.
Victor stepped inside without hesitation.
The doors sealed shut behind him with a whisper of sound and a pulse of heat.
He walked to the center of the room, each footstep echoing against the geometric marbling of the floor. His reflection flickered in every surface, tall, immaculately dressed, every inch of him tailored to power and predatory calm.
But the figure already waiting didn't rise.
