The five figures stared at him, but they weren't looking at him.
Their eyes were bottomless pits of despair, filled with shattered human will. They were windows into an abyss that stared back with an ancient malice.
Ishiki's eyes widened and he shock ever so slightly. 'Holy... shit!'
The five figures didn't move at all.
They just stood there blocking the temple entrance, their silhouettes were painted in the crimson moonlight filtering through the open doors, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to reach for him.
Ishiki gritted his teeth... he recognized every single face. He was late.
They had already fallen prey to the illusions.
'How powerful is he?' The simple question became unfathomable.
The Lord of Deceit and Illusions was sealed and bound by chains of divinity or magic that defied comprehension. And yet, through the tiniest crack in his prison, he could do this.
Ishiki didn't want to even think what would happen if some day, his seal broke fully.
