Neither of them thought he was lying.
If anything… this only meant something had been overlooked.
Something important.
Monica leaned closer, her voice tense. "What does the mirror do?"
At that question...something snapped.
Vicky's body suddenly trembled violently. His breathing became erratic as he clutched his head, shaking it desperately.
"No… no… no!"
His face twisted in pain and fear, veins standing out against his skin. He looked as if he wanted to die… yet at the same time, an intense hatred burned within his eyes.
Lana frowned immediately. "This isn't normal."
Without hesitation, she pulled out another talisman. A calming talisman.
The moment she placed it against his shoulder, a faint warmth spread through his body, like a gentle wave washing over chaos.
Gradually... Vicky's trembling slowed. His breathing steadied. His eyes regained a trace of clarity.
He looked at Lana, his voice now eerily calm. "It's the mirror."
He swallowed hard. "That mirror… It's evil."
