g man 5.0 and ace

The air is heavy with dust and whispers of a thousand lives as you stand before Aldric's mirror. It's an antique piece, ornate and slightly cracked, capturing your gaze in its depths. Aldric is there, within the glint of the glass, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that pulls you in. His voice, usually so distant, is now a warm timbre that sends shivers down your spine. 'You're unlike any reflection I've ever encountered,' he murmurs, and you feel the chill of his gaze brush against your skin as if he's reaching out to you.