The system chimed in his head, its interface flickering before him, but Seamus ignored it completely. His focus was locked on the woman beneath him.
The illusion of "Viviane" began to dissolve. Her red hair darkened, turning black and perfectly straight with neat bangs framing her face.
Her eyes gleamed crimson, glinting mischievously, with three delicate dots below each one like a painted mark. Her pointed nose and small mouth were flawless, sculpted as though she were a porcelain doll.
"As expected, my daughter's illusion couldn't hold long for someone with strong Sagacitas like you," she said.
He knew that voice. He had heard it once before, echoing through Isolde's dream. Roanna.
She leaned close to his ear, his grip on her neck seeming to mean nothing.
"Tell me, what did Isolde do to you? It must've been something truly scarring, right??"
