The cabin appeared among the trees like a forgotten corpse in the middle of the forest.
The roof had partially collapsed, the walls had rotted in several places, and vines covered almost all the wood. One of the windows had no glass, the door hung from a single hinge, and small mushrooms were even growing near the entrance.
Serafall stopped a few meters away.
Scarlet looked at the building.
Carmilla simply sighed.
"What a bother."
She raised one hand.
A blade of compressed blood appeared above her fingers and sliced through the entire cabin before either of the other two could say anything.
—SHAAAA!
The strike didn't destroy the wood.
It destroyed the illusion.
The image of the old cabin shattered like a mirror struck by a stone, fragments of light scattering through the air before disappearing completely.
In its place stood a much larger house.
It was comfortable.
Beautiful, depending on who was looking.
