Episode 28
The Archivist lit a strange incense that filled the room with a bitter, earthy scent.
Rabaab felt her heartbeat slow. Not from calm—but from dread.
"We must gather the shards," the Archivist said, "and begin the sealing ritual. Before it fully awakens."
Jawad moved quickly, collecting the fragments scattered across the floor. As he touched the last one, it sizzled in his palm, burning a black mark into his skin.
He winced, but didn't let go.
"It's fighting back," the Archivist warned. "This spirit… it feeds on fear. The more you resist, the stronger it becomes."
As the three sat in a circle around the book, Rabaab hesitated. "Why us? Why me?"
The Archivist looked up, his eyes hollow. "Because your bloodline is linked to the mirror. Your grandmother was once a Guardian. She abandoned her duty. Now the spirit has returned… through you."
A jolt went through Rabaab. Her grandmother—the one who taught her the prayer. The one who died suddenly. What secrets had she hidden?
The ritual began. Chanting filled the room, foreign and harsh.
Suddenly, the temperature dropped. The mirror shards began to float, spinning faster and faster.
From within them, a scream erupted—high-pitched, inhuman.
A shadow burst from the shards, forming a face—a woman's, twisted and furious.
"You can't lock me away again!" it shrieked.
Jawad and the Archivist continued chanting.
But Rabaab froze.
Because the face…
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It was her grandmother's.