From a certain perspective, the Illusion in a Hunter's hand was no different in essence from the branch in a primitive man's grasp—they were both human tools.
How useful a tool could be, and what function it could serve, sometimes depended entirely on whose hands it fell into.
Illusions were no exception.
Ever since Chaisi came of age, he had been dealing with Hunters and Illusions.
Faced with a greenhorn who had just come of age, possessed no Path, and couldn't even enter a Nest, many Hunters saw a blunder on the Kai Family's part. It was a golden opportunity to sell him something for ten times its worth—wringing the hyperbole out of a sales pitch, verifying an Illusion's value, and figuring out its uses and patterns were tasks where brute force was useless.
All he could rely on were his own eyes and his own mind.
"...You're leaving?"
As if in a daze, he heard Mai Mingle ask, her voice laced with concern, "In your current state, can you fool them?"
