[As she does so, she will hear the ticking noise grow in her mind, ever louder. But distorted. Strange. Echoing.
Then, suddenly, pure blackness begins to spread through the colors with each tick, followed by a faint, mechanical voice breathing. Almost salivating.
Then, the blackness completely engulfs the mirror. Nothing but a howling silence accompanies the ticking that echoes through Krone's mind-and the minds of those who might be nearby.]
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Then, suddenly, pure blackness begins to spread through the colors with each tick, followed by a faint, mechanical voice breathing. Almost salivating.
Then, the blackness completely engulfs the mirror. Nothing but a howling silence accompanies the ticking that echoes through Krone's mind-and the minds of those who might be nearby.]