Master Reflects Magic to Restrain Demonic Mirror

Lawrence sat on the floor, staring blankly at the palm Fujimaru Ritsuka had pierced with the small knife he carried.

She watched bright red blood flow down her arm, dripping onto the ground drop by drop and splashing up tiny, insignificant flowers of blood.

Lawrence trembled as she slightly raised her head, her vision blurred as she looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka's anxious face.

"Master... seems to be saying something."

That was what she thought.

Tears silently flowed down her cheeks and fell to the ground, mixing with the blood.

"Ha... Harley..."

Lawrence murmured softly.

Then she leaned back into Mash's embrace and lost consciousness.

"Miss Lawrence!"

"Miss Lawrence!?"

Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka cried out, drawing everyone else's attention.

Croydon.

A mirror appeared before Arno No. 1.

It raised its claw, wanting to bring it down, but—

Its compound eyes saw its own reflection in the mirror.

By the time he came back to his senses, he had already turned back into a little boy.

In... a laboratory.

He watched himself being disassembled, while his consciousness and perspective followed his brain into a tank.

He wanted to weep, to scream, to run away, but...

He couldn't.

He could only watch as his body was casually cut apart and separated, then dissected and stitched back together piece by piece.

Norla Broll desperately wanted to escape this memory, desperately wanted to get out, but, but—

He couldn't!

He watched himself being reassembled, transforming step by step from a living human into that familiar monster made of rock and magical energy, and then...

Breaking into London, madly creating slaughter and tragedy, until after destroying half of London, he was blasted to death by countless magi...

But that was only the beginning of the nightmare.

His sense of self would gradually wear away within this