"A bunch of monsters."

The Jayzepanese had killed every single captive before running off. They were cold-blooded, ruthless, and utterly insane.

Travis frowned and asked the scout, "Did you notice anything unusual yesterday?"

The scout shook his head. "Nothing at all."

Could it have happened last night?

"Perhaps," Ray guessed, "there's someone among them capable of creating illusions—masking their presence from his detection."

It was possible. But why? What purpose would it serve to make e