And in the next instant
Razeal's consciousness flickered.
He blinked. Then
He was no longer in the shop.
The air smelled like flowers. He stood in a sprawling garden, vivid and blooming, petals dancing in the wind, sunlight shimmering through golden leaves. It looked... peaceful.
"Illusion, huh?" Razeal muttered, rubbing his temples lightly. He could feel it immediately. This illusion was too weak compared to his mental resistance. SS-rank mental stats weren't just for show. He could shatter this illusion with brute force alone, without needing any counter-skills or techniques.. which ofcourse he doesn't know.
But still he didn't.
So he watched, waiting. Maybe there was some hidden complexity. Something suspicious. Something that might try to tamper with his thoughts, or slip in and manipulate him quietly.
But there was nothing.
Just... nothing.
"This isn't how illusions are supposed to work," Razeal muttered under his breath.
