Within three days, Lorelia had completely abandoned her petty xenophobia.
Deep within the subterranean caverns, Lorelia slumped on her throne. Disbelief warped her small face. A magic mirror woven from spider silk floated before her, displaying the frontline battle in real-time.
How is this possible? Why is this happening?
Lorelia had no idea what had gone wrong. She had imagined facing countless terrifying foes, but she never expected her swarm to march against copy after copy of herself.
A legion of Lorelias stood shoulder-to-shoulder on the front lines. They commanded vastly superior dream spiders, slaughtering her brood with terrifying efficiency. Worse, the enemy was actively hijacking her psychic network, turning her own spiderlings against her.
Are they me? They have to be fake! But if they're real... who am I?
Staring at the mirrored reflections of herself, a suffocating sense of powerlessness washed over her.
