The reflection — if, of course, it is a reflection — raises his head. It's a human — clearly a wizard. A beaut

The reflection — if, of course, it is a reflection — raises his head. It's a human — clearly a wizard. A beautiful young face, pale as death. His dark clothes are charred and bloody. In one hand the wizard is holding a lantern just like yours, and while the other clings to the glass, as if he's trying not to fall. "I... I can't... Again and again..."