Asterion studied his own reflection silently, then looked around. All around him, countless vessels of Mordret stood still and gazed at him with an eerie, unsettling lack of emotion in their eyes. They were men, women... and monsters. In fact, most of them were hideous and monstrous, like a myriad of nightmares that had escaped the depths of an eldritch hell.
Standing alone among the sea of motionless horrors, he did not seem troubled at all.
The Dreamspawn lingered for a few moments and then sighed.
"What have you done to yourself, boy?"
Mordret laughed.
But it wasn't just the Reflection who had assumed the form of Asterion that laughed. Instead, all of his vessels — men, women, and monsters — laughed together, the harrowing cacophony of their voices drowning out the deafening roars of the Weeping Goddess.
