High above the snowstorm, hidden within the swirling white of the now, Merci watched with satisfaction from the top of the cliff as her prey struggled against her spell.
Her eyes narrowed in delight as she observed her prey and his companions faltering under the weight of her spell.
The mana she had woven clung to them like mist, pulling their minds deep into the illusions she had crafted.
"Yes…Fall. All of you. See what your hearts ache for. Let me lead you where I want."
She murmured to herself, her lips curling into a pleased smile.
"Humans have such fragile minds. You show them what they want to see and they fold so easily."
From her vantage point, she could feel the pull—their resistance fading as the mirages dug deeper. Their movements slowed, their expressions softened.
Already, she could sense cracks in their will. That was how it always went.
"Tsk, this isn't even a challenge at this point. Now, what should I do with them once I have them under my control?"
