A week after her descent into the Starlight Archive, Miraen stood before the High Conclave of Elders in the Hall of Echoes, a circular chamber carved into the bones of a fallen celestial wyrm. Her voice was steady as she addressed the gathered mages, warlords, seers, and keepers of forgotten knowledge.
"We face not merely unrest from within," she said, "but a threat from beyond. A realm that mirrors our own, where the light has been extinguished. The writings speak of Elydrith—Rohzivaan's twin, lost to time, now stirring."
Many of the council wore expressions of disbelief. Others exchanged wary glances.
Old Seer Halemar, bent with age and crowned with a halo of starlight, spoke first. "There are always rumors. Phantom threats. Mirror realms. Dreams mean little without proof."
Miraen held up the Lexicon of Reversal. "This is the proof. A chronicle of that realm. And it speaks of a convergence. If we do nothing, the veil will break."
