All Chapters of THE REFLECTION GAME : Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

The Dark Truth of the Game The group continued down the narrow path lined with mirrors, their footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. The whispers from the mirrors grew louder, and with every step, Anna could feel the weight of the shadows pressing in around them. "Stay focused," Logan said, his voice steady but his eyes scanning the shifting reflections. "We can't let the fear get to us." Mia gripped her staff tightly, her knuckles white. "I know, but this place... it feels like it’s eating away at us." Ryan was the quietest of the group, his expression distant as he stared at his reflection in one of the mirrors. His face shifted unnaturally, distorting into something monstrous before snapping back to his real form. He flinched, but said nothing. As they walked deeper into the labyrinth, the whispers from the mirrors grew more insistent. Anna’s own reflection, now twisted with fear, stared back at her. She forced herself to look away, but the mirrors seemed to reach for her, th

The aftermath of the battle was a somber one. The once-vibrant halls of Anna's school were now a place of quiet reflection and mourning. Selena, the headmistress of Obsidian Crescent, had died a hero, sacrificing herself to protect her students during the final battle against the Reflection Game. But Selena was not the only one who had fallen. Mia and Rayn, two of Anna’s closest friends, had also died in the chaos. Mia, the bright and compassionate girl who always put others before herself, had fallen to the reflection’s powerful grasp. Rayn, the quick-witted strategist who had been like a brother to Anna, had died in the final clash. The pain of their loss hung in the air, suffocating the spirits of everyone who had known them. The Reflection Game had claimed far too many lives. More than 100 students had lost their lives between both schools, leaving the survivors with a haunting emptiness. Every corner of the school seemed to whisper their names. Anna, Logan, and the others

Honoring the Fallen After the dust had settled and the schools began to rebuild, Anna and Logan found themselves standing at the edge of the memorial grounds. The air was heavy, as though the world itself was mourning the loss of those who had given everything to stop the Reflection King. They had seen so many fall—friends, teachers, students. Each death had taken its toll on them, and now they made it a point to visit the graves of their fallen friends every week. "Do you think they would’ve been proud of what we did?" Anna asked softly, kneeling beside Mia’s grave. The delicate silver flowers they had placed there weeks ago still seemed fresh, a reminder of the love that had existed among them all. Logan stood a few feet away, his hand resting gently on Rayn’s grave. His expression was solemn, the usual fire in his eyes dimmed by grief. "They would’ve been proud," he said quietly. "We did what we had to do. They knew the risks." But even the certainty in Logan's words could