In truth, she had always considered herself a deeply emotional person.
Otherwise, she would not have spent the past ten years obsessively protecting the children who had fallen into the Spirit Realm with her, nor made revenge the sole purpose of her entire life. And when she saw her master display a power far beyond her comprehension, she made the best decision of her life.
She chose to follow him.
She had always felt that if she could not take her revenge within her lifetime on her own, then she would willingly serve as a slave for eternity if pledging herself to a powerful being would let her settle that blood debt.
But in truth, it had been nothing more than a gamble.
Because she had never mattered much in the first place.
Everything had to be measured by its value, and she had always believed that until she made a sufficiently great contribution to her master, he would never reject a clearly more useful Vessel Master for the sake of someone as dispensable as her.
But the truth was...
Deep underground, Mirror stopped outside the dungeon on Mesijie Street where Tyrael was imprisoned, her expression indescribably calm.
All this time, she had remained lost.
Even though...
Her master had long since warned her not to obsess over making vessels anymore, because that path would inevitably stain her hands with blood and turn her into a coldhearted freak who no longer treated people as human beings-a lunatic.
The dungeon door slowly creaked open. Reflected in her cold eyes was the old man nailed to a cross, tortured until he was a broken wreck.
Yet she still felt an ache in her heart.
Because a vessel...
Was the very foundation that determined whether her master could continue to exist in this