Eliás blinked. “I’m the guy who failed magical engineering twice.”
He wasn’t looking for trouble. He was looking for a spring, a specific copper coil for a machine that measured magical resonance. But what he found was a mirror. It wasn’t a normal mirror. When he looked into it, his reflection didn’t copy him. Instead, it stepped closer, pressed a hand against the glass from the other side, and whispered one word: Grachi . grachi in english
Daniel handed her a folded piece of parchment. It was old, singed at the edges, and written in a script that shimmered. It was a prophecy: Eliás blinked
