"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the darkest one of all?"

A lone figure stood in front of a full body mirror. The room was pitch black, it being almost impossible to see anything other than the golden framed mirror's surface. They stared upon its surface, gazing into their reflections' eyes. At first, the reflection mirrored their caster perfectly, however slowly a sinister smirk appeared on their face. Letting out a small laugh, the reflection took a few steps back within the mirror.

"The darkest one of all? No such thing can exist with others just as wicked."

Joining their reflection, the unknown figure watched as eleven other silhouettes joined them. At first, it was hard to tell who their identities were, but the closer the figure gazed into the magic mirror, they could slowly make out the faces of the others.

"As long as these twelve exist in this world, the power we desperately seek will never reveal itself to us," the figure's reflection said with a twisted smile. "To become the Darkest of All, we must eliminate our rivals in the most despairing way possible. And we know all too well how to do it..."

They stared at into the mirror for a long moment, soon becoming lost in deep thought with their reflection's voice echoing in their ears. From the many years of research, it was clear to them what Erebus's Mirror wanted them to do.

And to finally achieve their dream, everyone and everything was expendable.