Eleven steps up to the mirror and peers into it. His reflection stares back at him, expression drawn and focused. Nothing of note, except when he makes the mistake of taking another step forward and finds himself in the Void.

But there's nothing and no one to greet him. No pagoda, not Master Pang or Rab- just a darker, muted reflection of the place he'd left. A world painted in shadows so deep and empty that it leaves him feeling cold. He emerges from that world with a gasp of relief.

"I don't remember reading about it," he confesses with a shiver, then straightens. But then, that was five or so months ago, at least. "With some time, I might be able to divine its origins or where it might lead to, but I only just started to practice with more complex Intimation spells before I left."