'So, to recap, I was attacked by Asmodeus and Leviathan and ended up in this place. My best guess is that it's an illusion.'
Katarina silently organized her thoughts while Maler continued helping her into the elaborate ceremonial attire prepared for the day.
From everything she had been told since arriving, today was supposedly the day of her coronation. She was to become the queen of Farses.
'But that's beside the point.'
Titles, ceremonies, and celebrations meant little compared to the problem at hand.
No matter how carefully she examined her surroundings, she couldn't find even the slightest flaw in this world. Every sensation felt authentic. Every sound, every scent, every texture convinced her senses that this was reality itself. Had she not retained her memories of the battle, she would have accepted everything without question.
'The technique was cast by Asmodeus, the Devil of Lust.'
She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.
