Arrest Them All

Without hesitation, Sheval Dumar dropped the cumbersome briefcase in his hand, pulled a pinch of silvery-white powder from a hidden pocket in his coat, and scattered it down one side of the corridor.

As the powder dispersed, a figure dressed just like him in a coat, silk top hat, and gleaming leather shoes strode toward the stairs in the middle of the corridor. It was another "Sheval."

The real Sheval turned back, quietly opened the office door, slipped inside, and locked it behind him. He took a deep breath and surveyed the familiar room.

He knew the illusion created by a Warlock's True Magic would fool the official Beyonders for only a few seconds. Those few seconds were all he needed.

I have to abandon this identity... Escape through the Mirror Tunnel immediately, then warn the others to evacuate too... Damn it, who exposed me?

His thoughts raced, but his hands never stopped moving. Pinching the transparent cufflink at his wrist, Sheval hurried to the cabinet beside his desk, opened it, and looked at the half-length mirror mounted inside the door.

In Trier, where everyone pursued fashion, a mirror in the office for straightening one's clothes and maintaining one's appearance was nothing unusual.

For a Mirror Person, it was also the last means of escape.

The mirror's surface had turned hazy. Within it, countless dark, deep passages seemed to crisscross like a spiderweb, stretching in different directions.

That was what set Mid Sequence Mirror People apart from their Low Sequence counterparts and even ordinary members of their kind: they could pass bodily through the Mirror World instead of merely transmitting information!

Seeing that the passages had opened, Sheval felt half the weight lift from his chest. He leaned forward and scrambled into the mirror inside the cabinet door with the