Max ran down the corridor alongside Dorian and Thara.
The trail was impossible to lose.
Black feathers, claw marks, and small drops of blood appeared every few meters across the stone floor.
"He's bleeding."
Max said as he kept moving forward.
"He hit himself way too hard in the head with that pistol."
Thara looked at the red stains.
Her expression grew darker and darker.
"I've got a bad feeling about this."
Max nodded.
"Me too."
He clenched his teeth.
"This Will guy seems completely insane."
For a while, the only sound was their footsteps echoing through the empty corridors of the mirror dimension.
Eventually, Thara broke the silence.
"For a long time, I didn't want to believe it."
Max glanced at her.
"Believe what?"
The drow lowered her gaze.
"That he was really a man."
Dorian looked at her as well.
Thara sighed.
"I always wanted to believe she was still my sister."
Her voice became much quieter.
