The illusion formation had been forcefully broken apart for the most part, and the guards who had fallen into it slowly regained their senses. When they saw the grim reality around them — the bodies of their fallen companions lying in pools of blood — their faces turned ashen, trembling with lingering terror. “What a terrifying illusion… to so perfectly mirror the desires within the human heart,” Margaret whispered, her voice quivering. Gratitude toward Dustin filled her eyes. Dustin’s gaze flashed like lightning as he suddenly turned his eyes toward the deepest part of the valley — the only truly real place — the spring. The air above the spring began to twist and ripple, as a vague silhouette slowly took shape. It was a woman dressed in flowing robes of seven-colored light, her beauty dazzling and almost inhumanly bewitching. Her body seemed to be woven from mist and radiance, flickering between existence and illusion. Barefoot, she hovered above the spring, surrounded by an aur...