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[Will]

The ritualist closed the rite with a single spoken word of power, echoed across the worlds by a second voice seemingly spoken by their identical image within the giant silver edged rounded mirror.

The two twin images locked their gaze together and a ribbon of power begun to flow between them, as one they slowly twined it around their wrists and held it fast in their grip rising it above their heads.

The flow of power seemed to become faster and faster until it was reeling around them like ribbons around a pole of maddened dancers.

Then it snapped taught froze in time and place. As one the raised hands snapped down as if pulling an unearthly weight from on high. The power shattered into a cascade around them until in suffused every inch of their flesh and rich robes they adorned.

Then the mirror shattered in a cacophony of sound, exploding both outwardly and inwardly at the same time as though both sides were breaking through to the other and the two images it held were no more.