Nicklaus’s POV

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, murmuring some words. Was she expecting something to happen? I couldn't help but consider various odd possibilities. Could she be casting a spell, expecting someone or something to materialize from the mirror? My mind raced with wild speculations.

Suddenly, she seemed to lose control, engaging in erratic behavior that disregarded her own safety. Without hesitation, I intervened, gently holding her. "Get a hold of yourself, love. You're hurting yourself, and I can't bear to see that," I implored urgently.

"Let me go, please. I'm utterly useless right now. Just let me be," she cried out, her voice trembling. My...