All Chapters of THE REFLECTION GAME : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Anna, do your thing!” Logan called, holding off the serpents with everything he had. Anna placed her hands on the icy pillar, the sword glowing brighter as it pulsed with energy. The ice began to crack, and the anchor’s light grew stronger. The serpents roared, their movements frantic as they tried to stop her. “Hurry!” Mia shouted, throwing herself between Anna and an incoming serpent. With a final surge of power, Anna shattered the ice, and the anchor’s light exploded outward, engulfing the lake. The serpents disintegrated, their cries echoing into silence. The group collapsed on the now-solid ice, the anchor’s steady glow reflecting in their weary eyes. “Two down,” Anna said, her voice barely above a whisper. Logan stood, his dagger still in hand. “Let’s not celebrate yet. We’ve still got two more to go.” The forest loomed ahead, dark and foreboding, as the group prepared to face whatever came next. The group moved forward, their steps echoing through the dense s

The sun hung low over the bustling campus of Westbrook Academy, casting long shadows across the neatly trimmed lawns and ivy-covered buildings. The academy was one of the most prestigious schools in the state, known for its rigorous academics, sprawling extracurriculars, and the diverse student body it attracted. Children of politicians, business tycoons, scholars, and creatives walked its hallowed halls, each carrying the weight of their family name and expectations. Anna Harper, a quiet yet determined girl, walked to her locker with her head slightly bowed. Her long brown hair framed her sharp features, and her piercing green eyes flickered with unspoken thoughts. She wasn’t a legacy student, nor did she come from an influential family. Her father, Peter Harper, was a history professor at a local college, while her mother, Ellen, ran a quaint bookstore in town. Their modest income barely covered the tuition, and Anna only attended Westbrook thanks to a merit scholarship. Her days

Ellen Harper sat in the sterile hospital room, the dim hum of machines filling the silence. Her hands trembled as she brushed a stray lock of hair from Anna’s pale face. The sight of her daughter, so still and lifeless yet breathing, was unbearable.“Anna,” she whispered, her voice cracking, “please, wake up.”The past four weeks had been a blur of hospital visits, medical jargon, and sleepless nights. Every possible test had been run, but the doctors all said the same thing: “Her body is fine, but her mind… we don’t know where she is.”Peter Harper, Anna’s father, stood in the corner, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His face was lined with exhaustion, his eyes red-rimmed. “This isn’t normal,” he muttered. “There’s something they’re not seeing, something we’re missing.”Ellen turned to him, her voice sharp. “And what do you want us to do, Peter? We’ve called every specialist, every healer, every so-called expert, and no one can tell us anything! What else can we do?”Peter didn’t

The eerie silence of the underworld was broken only by the sound of the group’s labored breaths as they approached the ancient temple housing the fourth anchor. The building loomed before them, its jagged edges glowing faintly in the crimson sky. The book Anna carried began to hum with energy, its pages glowing brighter with each step. “This is it,” Logan said, gripping his blade tightly. “We’re getting the fourth anchor, no matter what.” The group entered cautiously, their eyes darting to every shadow. The temple was a labyrinth of dark corridors and twisting staircases, but the book guided them, its glow illuminating the way. Finally, they reached a massive chamber where the fourth anchor rested atop an obsidian pedestal. Surrounding it were six statues, each holding a weapon. Anna stepped forward, but the moment her foot touched the center of the room, the statues sprang to life, their stone faces twisting into snarls. “Get ready!” Logan shouted, raising his blade. The fight

The wraiths lunged without warning, their claws slashing through the air. Logan met them head-on, his blade cutting through the first one, which dissolved into a puff of black smoke. Ryan hurled his rock at another, the impact staggering it long enough for Logan to strike. “That’s two,” Ryan said, trying to sound confident, though his hands were shaking. Anna held the book tightly, its glow intensifying. She instinctively raised it, and a beam of light shot out, disintegrating a wraith that was closing in on Ryan. “Nice one!” Logan called out, but the victory was short-lived. More wraiths emerged from the mist, their numbers seemingly endless. The group fought with everything they had, but exhaustion was beginning to take its toll. “We can’t keep this up!” Ryan shouted, dodging a clawed swipe. Anna’s mind raced. The book pulsed in her hands, as if urging her to act. She flipped through its glowing pages, her heart pounding. Finally, she found a symbol etched with strange runes.