The mirror comes alive under your touch. Its dark surface is lit by flashes of a battle that happened in this

The mirror comes alive under your touch. Its dark surface is lit by flashes of a battle that happened in this very room, an unknown age ago. A group of warriors in dark clothes are fighting a flock of gargoyles. There are clouds of sorcerous mist in the hallway behind their backs. Suddenly, it's pierced by a ray of light, and the familiar wizard appears on the battlefield, holding a magic lantern in his hand. He is swaying from pain, but looks angry and resolute.

The mirror comes alive under your touch. Its dark surface is lit by flashes of a… — Kingmaker