The sun rose from the horizon into the bleak grey sky of Lysithara. As its light climbed higher, the last of the creatures from the rift disappeared... like a cloud of black fog dissipating into the wind...
These nightmares left behind no corpses... it was almost as their names suggested... illusions born from some endless nightmare, meant only to bring horror upon the world.
Damon quietly listened as the last echoes of battle faded… the horrors of Lysithara slowly retreating back to where they belonged… as if the dire need to battle the creatures had itself been nothing but an illusion.
The city returned to its ruined silence… but this time, it carried more scars than before.
Sylvia sighed, relief washing over her.
"We survived yet another ordeal..."
Damon nodded, his brows furrowed.
"I think it's almost sad... no, it is sad... yet beautiful..."
Sylvia tilted her head as the rays of sunlight washed over the ruined cathedral.
"How so?"
