The illusion formation had been forcibly broken, though not completely destroyed.

The guards, who had been lost in the illusion, gradually snapped back to reality. When they took in their actual surroundings and their fallen comrades lying in pools of blood, their faces went pale with horror.

"That illusion formation was terrifyingly real… It could so vividly reflect the desires of the human heart," Grace said, her voice trembling slightly. Her gratitude towards Dustin deepened.

His sharp gaze darted toward the far end of the valley, where the only real spring shimmered in the distance. The air above it twisted and warped until a faint figure slowly took shape.

It solidified into a woman of otherworldly, almost unsettling beauty. Dressed in rainbow robes, her body was an illusory form of coalescing light and fog.

She hovered barefoot above the spring, surrounded by a haze of seductive energy that tugged at the mind. Her eyes were deep and bottomless, reflecting a thousand images