Blake slightly organized his thoughts before explaining his situation.
As a member of the elite combat unit, his next mission was assigned to a secondary plane battlefield.
As is well known, every plane that requires the intervention of these elites is not easy to handle.
Correspondingly, because it is "support," there will be some basic intelligence circulating about these planes.
"According to the information I have received, the plane we are going to this time... is very strange. It seems to be a world where the lines between illusion and reality are extremely blurred." Blake's brows slightly furrowed.
"The first batch of wizards to enter sent back ambiguous information, but the core pointed to one thing—there, it's easy to become engulfed in illusion and hard to distinguish between true and false."
