Mizora had always been Wyll’s second half, and not in the good way. Bound to his pact like a pup on the leash was not something that the ‘Blade of Frontiers’ was really boasted about and he hated it. He hated it so.

Since Wyll’s transformation for breaking the deal of his pact, his punishment hasn’t been too easy on his own appearance. Though, you never had a problem with it. And now, you were sat before him, decorating his horns.

“I feel silly.” He smiled. “Be my mirror, how do I look?”