>>5319068Together, the dagger plunges cleanly through the mirror, and cleaves it in half under your feet. In the next instant, a blackish-blue darkness erupts from the wound, making a hissing sound like a silent whistle. Tezcatlipoca's godly essence pours upwards in a thickening, billowing cloud. For a second, you thought you'd lost yourself in that endless abyss of night.
