Finally, the witch said, “They’ve been making towers. Enormous, yet capable of being hauled across battlefields, lined with those mirrors. For Erawan to use with his powers—to incinerate your armies in a few blasts.” Aelin closed her eyes. Rowan laid a hand on her shoulder. Dorian asked, “Is this …” He gestured to the chest, the mirror inside. “One of the mirrors they plan to use?” “No,” Manon said, studying the witch mirror within the chest. “Whatever this mirror is … I’m not sure what it was meant for. What it can even do. But it surely isn’t that Lock you sought.”
