Ishiki passed through almost half of the Inner Ring and reached a long alley. He walked inside and stopped in front of a garden.
This garden was once a house. In the Illusion he saw... or better call it the memories of an innocent lieutenant of the Inner guards who was killed in a fight between beings that he could not comprehend.
It was all a reality. The lord of Illusions had not created the illusions out of nowhere... they were all made from memories of people who died with resentments against the gods in their heart.
Ishiki sighed and headed to the Villa that was just besides the garden... It stood silently under the Crimson Moon's oppressive glow.
Ishiki approached it slowly, footsteps echoing on golden cobblestones. The street was empty, without any players or movement, just pristine marble facades and manicured gardens that felt more like a mausoleum than a neighborhood.
