The corridors of the Cartenone Temple shimmered again, this time turning into a hall of mirrors—fractured reflections stretching endlessly in all directions. Every surface reflected the team, but none of the images stayed still. They swapped positions, duplicated, and morphed, creating a dizzying maze of illusions. This was Ranma Recycler's domain—where reality itself refused consistency.
Brush D. Rush landed on a floating shard of mirrored platform, aura blazing with fully aligned powers. "This isn't just an attack—it's a trap for perception. Every step, every strike could swap us with another version of ourselves."
Equinox's violet lances glimmered. "Then we cut through the confusion. I'll mark stable paths—you focus on Erasure and the main threats!"
Almost immediately, attacks began. Phantom versions of the team appeared from every reflection, striking with their own abilities but out of sync. Platforms shifted mid-step, forcing everyone to teleport or risk being crushed.
"You think stability exists?" Ranma Recycler's voice echoed, fragmented and layered, each syllable bouncing between reflections."No form is fixed. No strike is true!"
Brush clenched his fists, teleporting through the swirling chaos. Erasure flared, collapsing swapped illusions mid-attack. Creation Guardians intercepted clusters of phantom attacks, while Interception redirected enemy strikes into mirrors themselves, shattering them harmlessly.
Equinox leapt across the fractured reflections, violet lances slicing through duplicates and stabilizing paths. "Brush! Keep moving! Every time we break a reflection, we weaken the domain!"
Frostbinder froze fragments of swapped platforms, RobbRox rebuilt small sections of stable ground, FooTube projected false reflections to mislead enemies, and Melody Guard harmonized the mirrored sounds, suppressing disorienting echoes.
The domain's chaos escalated. Each strike from the team caused multiple swaps, forcing them to adapt constantly. Brush's aura flared brighter. All his powers moved in perfect unison, anticipating swaps before they happened.
"We don't react—we control!" Brush shouted.
He teleported at lightning speed, Erasure consuming duplicates before they could attack, while Creation Guardians engaged remaining phantoms. Interconnectivity linked stable zones, giving the team coordinated footing despite the relentless swaps. Equinox struck the central reflection, violet lances piercing the core of the domain's mirroring system.
The hall of mirrors quaked violently. Phantom versions shattered, platforms stabilized, and the chaotic swapping stopped. Ranma Recycler's fragmented voice screamed one last time:
"Impossible! Reality is mine to twist!"
Brush stepped forward, aura blazing white, fists glowing. "Not anymore."
With a final, synchronized strike, Erasure consumed the remaining fragments, while Equinox's lances destroyed the core of the mirrored illusions.
Silence fell. The reflections disappeared, and the temple stabilized once more.
Brush exhaled. "Another domain cleared. Two to go."
Equinox landed beside him, violet glow softening. "We're ready… but I can feel it. Apothecary Archiver's domain isn't just physical—it's deadly in a completely different way."
From deep within the temple, faint whispers of poison and diary-like fragments drifted toward them—the unmistakable presence of Apothecary Archiver's domain, already forming the final trial before Crunchyroller himself.
Brush's white void aura pulsed brighter. "Then we move forward. Together. No hesitation."
The team nodded, united, fully synchronized, and ready to face the final domain of the generals.