“Didn’t you tell me Silent Hill is right inside Midworld?”
“Yeah, but we’re not traveling in Midworld, hell no. It’s too dangerous.” Shadow began to tell Angor about the different monsters that lurked in Midworld besides Sesaybelles, Magic Giants, and Magma Birds. When he noticed that Angor wasn’t paying attention at all, he said, “Ahem! So, the safest route is in Real World.”
“Where are your Krakok brothers?”
“I told them to wait in Real World.”
“Speaking of them… Is their ‘door’ a space-related spell?”
“I told you it’s a bloodline talent they received from Lady Isabelle, right? But they can only use that thing in Fairy World.”
Shadow suddenly crept closer and whispered, “Lady Isabelle could do something like this because she was once the real leader of this entire plane. She went really close to the very law of Fairy World plane before.
“But after she left, someone else took her position, and I think something big’s going to happen around here since she’s back again. Or at least her soul is.”
Inside Deadmen’s Dent, a group of “puppet-fied” apprentices including Magician was still standing in front of the portal array motionlessly. They had been like this for nearly half a month, and their bodies were getting weaker.
They’d have been dead due to starvation if not for their supernatural bodies.
Still, Shadow couldn’t care less about how his puppets were doing. He simply asked them to take positions again. “We’re going home!” The man then made a thumbs-up gesture toward Angor.
A bright flash of light carried their bodies away.
…
Two hours ago, on the first floor of Dark Castle, Greya was talking about Angor again.
Felicia was enjoying her wine when Greya decided to try out Angor’s little gift. Upon triggering the illusion, they saw their vision blocked by a flock of white feathers.
As they were covered by Angor’s illusion, Greya felt her heart pounding madly; it even attracted Felicia’s attention.
“What’s wrong?”
Greya shook her head and frowned. “There’s something in this illusion… I’m getting nervous.”
Felicia failed to sense anything. “Did that kid put some kind of trap in here?”
“No.” Greya looked at the shifting scenery.
Sun, beach, and sand.
They were standing on a soft, golden sand field. Sea waves would occasionally bring their gifts ashore, decorating the entire shoreline with colorful seashells.
Behind them were clusters of palm trees.
The sky was clear.
Groups of seabirds chased each other among the snow-white clouds.
A particular gray feather suddenly landed in front of them. They both looked up to see a strange bird in a sailor uniform.
“Toby.”
“Wine Thief!”
Toby was enjoying his cruise slowly. The blue sky and sea waves in the illusion made them feel extremely relaxed. Time seemed to be slowing down.
“How do you feel?” Felicia asked her friend.
“My heart is fine. I think… it was nothing?” Greya seemed confused.
Toby suddenly changed course and flew toward the inland area. Greya tried to follow him, but she wasn’t really going to move her body—she was surprised when her view followed her mind as if she were walking for real inside the illusion.
Felicia stayed where she was and sipped her wine under the beautiful scenery. She had better things to do than minding that wine thief.
A while later, Felicia noticed that the sunlight was getting dim. A thick mist began to gather on the sea.
“It changes? Interesting.”
Felicia thought the flying Wine Thief was everything the illusion had to offer. She totally wasn’t expecting to see new stuff when “Toby” already went away.
The mist was getting so thick that she could no longer see very far into the ocean.
Next, she heard a ship horn being sounded in the distance, followed by a giant, black silhouette, that slowly emerged from the misty barrier.
She watched with great curiosity as the shadow drew nearer.
The shadow was now close enough for Felicia to see its details. It was a broken, wooden cruiser. The statue of a peeing child stood at the ship’s nose, while the sailcloth had holes all over… In other words, it was a ghost ship.
“Ohh, this is nice. That kid placed TWO stories in one illusion?”
Getting interested, Felicia floated toward the “ghost ship”.