In the room with the thick curtains, Lumian suddenly felt the Mirror Substitution inside his clothes turn abnormally cold. Even through the linen shirt, he couldn't help but shiver.
His heart tightened. He couldn't afford to feign sleep anymore. He sat up and took out the mirror.
Beneath the faint crimson moonlight, the mirror lost its luster, its surface resembling ice.
Lumian knew that Franca was in danger. Without hesitation, he activated the mystical connection between the substitute and its true form, emitting a dim light from the black mark on his right shoulder.
In an instant, Lumian vanished from the bed, reappearing in the living room at 6 Rue des Blouses Blanches.
Almost simultaneously, Lumian saw the surroundings engulfed in an eerie grayness, a fog obscuring the crimson moonlight. Franca lay in a recliner, her body contorting as if she fought for survival.
