Hyrin strode back toward the throne platform, his expression thunderous. The crowd parted before him without hesitation, nobles pressing themselves against walls and pillars to give the furious Highcurrent a wide berth.
He took the steps two at a time, his eyes fixed on Wish's trembling form before shifting to Aurex.
"Mirror curse," Hyrin said without preamble, his voice tight with barely controlled rage. "The trigger was in that alcove. Ancient binding runes, designed to activate on reflection."
Aurex's jaw clenched, his hand still resting protectively on Wish's shoulder as another tremor wracked her body. "Mirror magic," he repeated slowly, his golden eyes narrowing. "That level of sophistication... that kind of curse work..."
His head turned, scanning the crowd with sudden, terrible focus.
