'Where am I?'
Ezra asked himself, as he struggled to breathe. He wasn't hearing the screams of the people, the falling of concrete and the bending of metal as Alan and he continued to fight. He didn't even feel the water... nor any semblance of control over glass. His mana was collapsing all around his body, and ruining it from within. He had pushed his body far too much... but that could come later.
He opened his eyes, the pupils red with his own blood as he observed his surroundings. He felt numb, far too numb, considering his body should be wreaking havoc within itself. He should feel some pain, any semblance off pain. But there was none, why?
"Ahh.."
He realized where he was now, the familiar, horrifying sight of the mirror realm. An endless expanse of silvery reflections, countless corridors and paths to who knows where. A realm of boundless glass where he alone was the only... living person.
