[center][b][u]Carnival of Chaos[/u][/b][/center]
[center]Cristoff Whitemarch[/center]

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Cristoff froze in his tracks as the sound of a massive explosion ripped through the circus town. He thought he felt the ground itself shake, and he came to realize that surely, one of them must have failed their task. He feared for Tristan's safety, but he quickly recovered his poise. Pushing the paralyzing thought to the back of his mind, he forced himself to move on, lightly touching another mirror, which instantly transported him, as all the others had.

Except suddenly, he found himself in a dark, enclosed space, and suddenly the feeling of making progress drained out of him. A hissing sound could be heard nearby, a thousand reflected lights appeared in the mirrors, not strong enough to light up the area, but clear enough for Cristoff to realize it was a burning fuse. Alarmed, he looked around, trying to tell apart the real fuse from its innumerable reflections, and realized he would have to use magic to do it.

The idea he had was quite simple, really. Enchanted as these mirrors were, their interaction with light seemed to be no different than an ordinary mirror, barring some distortion in shape and color. Cristoff conjured a light in his raised right hand, bright enough to light up the small space, but not so bright as to blind him. The mirrors would reflect the light; he could easily spot the real fuse by finding the only one that [i]didn't[/i] reflect.