Seris Mirrored One

Veilrend 14— A Eyes, One Reflection Part 2 They called him The Mirrored One. A title forged in worship, in fear. But he had no name. Not anymore. He had two. Thar’Zul: the elder god, the Shattered Architect, returned to flesh through Seris, the once-mortal hero who had breached the veil and become something more—and something less The Mirrored One screamed. Not in pain. In division. He split—just briefly. A thousand mirrored selves screaming across possible outcomes. Some devoured Vael. Others tore Rhen into futures. One kissed Kaelen’s memory before erasing the stars. But in this one—this narrow moment—Seris clawed his way to the surface. Seris, His voice was his again. > “Run.” Then he turned inward—on the cultists, on the altar, on the pulsing heart of Thar’Zul’s influence—and unleashed the void within. The chamber collapsed into spirals. Shrines imploded. Glyphs reversed. The cult died screaming—not in terror, but in ecstatic ruin. --- And then… silence. Rhen emerged from the rubble first, coughing, bleeding from the nose, the spiral on his palm twitching like a fading heartbeat. Vael limped to his side, still staring at the smoking crater where the Mirrored One had stood. There was nothing left. No corpse. No light. Only a mirror shard, cracked and faintly glowing. Rhen knelt and picked it up. His reflection blinked. But it wasn’t his own. And somewhere—beyond the veil, in a place made of silence—Seris breathed again. Alive. Bound. And watching.