▪︎Firera's Dimension▪︎
[Firera's POV]
Sylvana and I sat within an illusory picnic she'd conjured—a checkered cloth on endless green grass, with plates of food that held the faint, ghostly echo of taste. It was a pale imitation of the mortal world, a cruel tease. Before us hung a scrying window I had created, showing the bustling festival from Ovelia's perspective.
"Lady Firera," Sylvana said, taking a deliberate bite from an illusory apple. The crunch was a soft, hollow sound. "Let's make a bet."
"Not interested," I stated, my gaze fixed on the window. Ovelia was walking toward a game stall, her posture a mix of determination and nervous energy.
"Let's at least enjoy this peaceful time with a little wager," Sylvana continued, her voice light, almost teasing.
"If I win, you will leave my dimension," I said, my red eyes cutting to hers.
"Not going to happen," she replied, popping the last of the apple into her mouth. The core vanished before it could touch the cloth.
