The corridor of the mirror dimension finally stabilized.
The walls stopped rotating.
The ceiling became the ceiling again.
And the floor became the floor once more.
For a few seconds, the four of them remained still, carefully observing their surroundings.
The remains of the android were still scattered across the corridor.
The caveman remained far away, imprisoned in that room.
And the silence had become unsettling.
Seraphine slowly closed her grimoire.
"I really don't like this."
Max crossed his arms.
"What do you think?"
The mage looked down the hallways stretching off in different directions.
"To manipulate a mirror dimension, you have to be inside it."
Dorian raised an eyebrow.
"You can't do it from the outside?"
"No."
Seraphine shook her head.
"At least not with a dimension this large."
Max immediately understood.
"Then whoever's doing all of this is still here."
"Exactly."
Don swallowed nervously.
The mage tucked her grimoire back onto her belt.
