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Beyond the mysterious wall lay a room of incomprehensible size. A platform barely large enough to accommodate the entirety of the group provided them with something to stand on as they observed their new surroundings. This time the ceiling as well as the floor seemed to go on forever, shrouded by darkness. Two small brown and white striped pots sat on either corner of the platform, each containing three dirty, but sturdy arrows-- what appeared to be blood was caked all over the sharpened tips. 

The walls of the room made up a large rectangle-- nearly the size of a race track. On the far end of the room, directly across from the group, lay another platform as well as another wall with a skull alcove and two torches. Between the two platforms, floating high above their head, lived three floating statues, each connected to a swinging blade. The statues each resembled a dark, hunched over and hooded figure and were evenly spaced out as they swung their massive scythes across the room. In spite of the pervading dinginess, the scythes were perfectly polished-- reflecting the dimly lit figures on the platform briefly as they swung by.

Each member of the group would see a different version of their own warped reflection in the mirror-like scythes. For Lethe, she appeared as a fairy once more, bathing the other members of the group in her purple glow. Jillian would see herself as a typically dressed hylian child with dead, vacant eyes and blue lips. A stream of thick red liquid appeared above Zephyrus's head, drenching his scalp and running down the length of his figure until he was completely covered. Perhaps the starkest difference, Naviela would see herself as a larger-than-average man with red hair, faintly green skin, and a long nose. The figure was menacing at best and anyone who had ever picked up a history book would very likely recognize that the man was none other than Ganondorf himself-- smirking with sinister amusement. 

Looking past the disturbing images, one would see the faintest suggestion of a path laid out before the group in the mirror. 

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