"That's the Sleight of Hand," Marianne muttered. "Isn't it?"
A shiver went down her spine as she moved to the side, causing the spike that had gone through her chest to leave her body as if phasing through.
"The damage to the room that disappeared was caused by these." Marianne's lips curled upwards nervously. "Now that I recognize them as illusions, they can't hurt me anymore."
[Two minutes have passed.]
[The Trickster's Assault Intensifies further!]
Marianne turned in the Amulet's direction.
'It was a fight club situation from the start. The black liquid that filled the place… That's what is used to attack. The liquid ripples before turning into arms or spikes. When there are no ripples, the liquid isn't used. An illusion is created!' Marianne thought as she spun in the air. 'Eight out of ten… Eighty percent of the attacks are illusions! This is a piece of cake!'
Her eyebrow twitched at the thought.
