Book One – Chapter 9

Yes, to trust a witch was to court either heresy or folly, contingent on her true intentions. A blind wizard, however, could not blink twice before he was a dead wizard. If his body did not deteriorate on its own without access to Adhar, witches, mercenaries and the King Brothers were all too eager to pick off useless wizards. Whatever atrocity the witch mother had planned, if Yves strayed from their agreement, he would not be around long enough to see the world burn. He would die, and she would find the next best Lightshifter to do her bidding instead.

If he endured to see the world through healed eyes, his magic would transcend his current limitations. With the ability to perceive light fragments, his light magic would unveil unparalleled possibilities. Yves had just one-eighths. Seven-eighths of the average wizard’s lifespan still lay ahead of him. He had faced a choice — he could opt for a noble sacrifice, confront the witch mother, and risk dying either during the battle or shortly after. Alternatively, he could comply with her demands, see his eyes restored, and live another 175 years of dedicated witch and elf hunting.

Naturally, he had tried to learn and prepare himself for whatever lay ahead with the the second Mirror World challenge or a potential betrayal. Since he began collecting the parts to create the ethereal mirrors, Yves had immersed himself in understanding dimensional planes, particularly the correlation between his dual reality and the Mirror World. However, information remained elusive, especially since he was not a Transcender world reader. Deciphering it proved even more challenging. After years of toil, Yves had little more than a few vague snippets on the Mirror Plane. The original scroll of arcane knowledge that enabled him to craft the ethereal mirrors remained hidden at the academy.