Next to him, Morven was indeed swaying on his feet, looking like he was about to vomit his own soul out.
Sweat dripped down Riven's forehead. "J-just wait a little longer... I want this to stop too, but just look at her..."
Nyx wasn't just standing there anymore. Her messy black hair was slowly beginning to float in the air as a dark purple aura was leaking from her body — not as an attack, but purely unintentionally—driven by her own twisted, morbid excitement. She was genuinely enjoying this.
Inside the glass, the illusion finally broke.
"No... no... no no no no!" Mirror Nyx shrieked, collapsing onto the spectral floor. It grabbed its own head, shaking and writhing in total psychological terror.
The fear-inducing trap had officially become terrified of its victim.
Nyx slowly crouched down, bringing her face perfectly level with the pathetic, crying illusion on the other side of the glass.
