"...no," The word came out low. He knew where he stood at the moment. It was no doubt an illusion, and he knew that. All he had to do was break it and return to reality. Just how did the illusion know to bring him to his worst memory?
Perhaps that was the cruelty of an illusion trap. If one had the strongest sensitivity to their surroundings, they would recognize the shift in reality. Even worse if one had strong emotions regarding a certain moment in their life, whether happy or sad, then the illusion could just use it and did not need to create a new illusion.
The first to reach his ears was laughter. It was close and in the silence that had been holding the place down. Sagiri turned swiftly to look where the laughter was coming from. They stood there. Northern warriors armed with bows and arrows. His mother was kneeling to the side with three arrows launched into her torso, and she was now laughing at him, too?
What twisted illusion was this?
