Elian's POV
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[Wipe those tears and lock in, fruitcake.]
Elian blinked, stunned by the system's voice. "You're... You're here?"
What's the use of hiding their conversation when the only witness was a fucking reflection of his twisted soul?
The silver projection still stood a couple of feet in front of him, mirroring every movement with deadly precision. Lips curved in a spine-chilling smile that made Elian more anxious.
[Of course, I'm here. You ain't getting rid of me that easily. This is a different dimension—your soul or consciousness wasn't sucked away.]
His eyes widened. "So that means each time I lost contact with you—"
[You were unconscious, yes, ground-breaking. Now let's address the shiny you shaped elephant in the room... You were right in your deduction. This dimension has traces of illusion magic. Forcing your deepest fears to life.]
Fears...
Elian squinted at the projection of himself. He sniffed, wiping the tears off his face with his right arm.
