Chapter 593: Star Flame Art
After parting ways with Silus, Klaus, and Nortan, Max wandered alone through the strange hall filled with countless mirrors. The floor beneath him was smooth, almost like glass, and the faint hum of energy lingered in the air.
The walls were lined with mirrors of all shapes and sizes, their surfaces occasionally flickering with unnatural light.
Max approached one, standing directly in front of it. For a moment, it showed his reflection clearly—his white hair, calm expression, and sharp eyes.
But in the next instant, his image vanished completely, leaving only a foggy, colorless void behind the glass. A faint, earthy scent drifted from the mirror—subtle but unmistakable.
Max narrowed his eyes slightly. ’This mirror is releasing wood aura,’ he thought, stepping back. It wasn’t his field of mastery, so he left it behind and walked toward another.
This time, the mirror was cold and dull. It did nothing, offered no response to his presence, no aura, no image. He moved on again.
At the third mirror, he saw something. The surface shimmered faintly, and a vague silhouette began forming—something sharp, something fast. A piercing sensation pricked at his senses, not like a blade, but still deadly. ’A spear concept?’ he guessed. It wasn’t what he was looking for.
He kept moving, trying mirror after mirror. Some responded a little, others not at all. Then he reached it.
This mirror radiated an oppressive heat, its surface pulsing faintly with flickers of red and gold. Max’s eyes sharpened. The heat was real, tangible, and the concept it carried was unmistakable—flames. Not ordinary fire, but something deeper, more refined, like a concept flame had taken form within.
Without hesitation, Max raised his hand and touched the surface of the mirror. The moment his skin made contact, the glass rippled like water and began to dissolve away. Within seconds, the mirror no longer reflected anything—it had transformed into an open path.