The world fell silent as they approached the cliff.
No wind. No sound. Not even breath.
Just the towering obsidian wall of the Mirror Climb, rippling faintly with mirage-like distortions — a sheer ascent littered with crystalline outcrops, jagged ledges, and floating shards that shimmered like fragments of broken thoughts.
Maverick let out a slow whistle. "Looks like the wall's been staring at itself for too long."
"It's staring into us," Sage muttered. "Be careful what you let it find."
Ethan activated the Grimoire's veil, a shimmering dome around the group to dampen ambient psychic feedback. "This will protect us only from the surface effects. The rest is up to us."
Saareiya gripped Ethan's cloak. "Will it… show us things?"
"Yes," Galeno replied gently. "Things you fear. Things you've buried. The Mirror Climb shows not just illusion—it reflects desire, guilt, and failure. All you must do… is not believe it."