Mira emerged fully from the shadows of her mind, stepping into the center of the fractured reflections. She smiled, cold and precise, every movement deliberate.
"You've been naive, Elara," Mira whispered, voice silk and poison. "Every blackout, every murder, every trace left behind all orchestrated to break you. To test you. To control you."
Raven surged, protective and furious, but Mira was patient, weaving illusions, manipulating perception, leaving Elara teetering on the edge.
"You are stronger than I thought," Mira continued. "But strength alone will not save you. You must accept all your fragments or be destroyed by them."
Elara's mind raced. She had glimpsed the truth, felt the manipulation, but now it was undeniable. The murders, the blackouts, the framing of Raven all Mira. And if she didn't confront her fully, the cycle would never end.
With a surge of determination, Elara reached into herself, embracing Raven, acknowledging Mira, integrating the chaos. The reflections around her twisted violently as the three entities collided in the battle for control, merging, splitting, twisting, until at last… Elara stood at the center, whole, aware, prepared.