As the spiritual shock struck, Vishdair suddenly found that the scene before her changed.
When she came to her senses again, she was already back in the training room, sitting on the bench, heart pounding, with a slight sweat on her forehead.
That usually indifferent exquisite face now appeared exceptionally serious and earnest, with some sweat on it, looking somewhat startled.
Just now, she seemed to have returned to the blood-and-fire-filled battlefield of Kazdail, the smell of death lingering at the tip of her nose, so familiar.
Was that just now... a world of illusions created by something akin to the Heart Demon?
The Heart Demon, a clan of the Sakaz, very few in number, are quite mysterious even within the Ten Kings Court.
She hadn't faced a Heart Demon head-on, but had to wonder, could illusions truly be made this real?
Whether it was the five senses, the scene, or the mobilization of internal power...
